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Apr 2017
My undoing is you.
My unbecoming is certain.
I had my hopes up. But you undid them too.
My undoing is yours.
You strip me till I'm plain and cold, filled of nothingness.
The meaning is differed
the undoing of history
the undoing of life.
My soul is filled of gold. It's getting chipped but the undoing of your cold hands.
Your my undoing.
My my unbecoming
Katrina Zechman
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Katrina Zechman  24/F/Sc, Myrtle Beach
(24/F/Sc, Myrtle Beach)   
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