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Oct 2016
I am not much more
Than the nicotine stained walls
And scratched records
I am crafted from

The same child who wore her grandfathers  glasses to stare at dingy linoleum in new light

The same child who wonders in her own set of rose color glass to peak at humanities  clouded flaw

No much more than mud , clear in her right that she too is made of stars
Abigail Allen
Written by
Abigail Allen  Washington
(Washington)   
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   Kim
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