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Sep 2017
i opened my lungs
to inhale the solstice
as i slipped into my summer skin,
full of freckles and bruises
and a sadness that always rises with the new summer sun.
my smile turned upwards
like the now cloudless sky
sunburned feet move with quiet life and I,
I try to fit in
with my new summer skin
thoroughly unconvinced
it will fit until Autumn comes again.
Anna Grace
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Anna Grace  19/F/Rochester, NY
(19/F/Rochester, NY)   
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       Weeping willow, woolgather, --- and Em MacKenzie
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