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May 2017
You glance upon my skin, to see that it's covered in holes,
and compare them sweetly to only freckles and moles.
But what no one understands is they tunnel straight down to my soul,
and no one realizes the worth of gold in a world of coal.
Em MacKenzie
Written by
Em MacKenzie  32/F/Ottawa
(32/F/Ottawa)   
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   Patrick, Kim and JS Clark
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