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May 2017
Look at her, the way she moves herself
Don't you see the hurt?
        how fragile
Like the highest metal peak, waiting for the lightning to
Strike Again
During the storm
There's not much left
Her outer shell is all
ashleigh
Written by
ashleigh  Michigan
(Michigan)   
392
   Lior Gavra
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