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Jan 2017
tattoos sit where marker scribbles
once graced our freckled skin,
and cooties have evolved into
a new kind of plague.
the innocence of youth
is now few and far between;
our purity has melted away in the sun
like the wax of a candle.
who are we now?
what is this change?
is anything the same?
kaelin
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kaelin  21/F/Washington
(21/F/Washington)   
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