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Dec 2017
Red hands cradled my baby skin

I prayed to the angels as I grew older

The longer he held me

The more they’d let go

And now I’m here trying to

Drown myself in holy water

While my hands are covered in blood
Lynn
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Lynn  17/F/New York
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