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Dec 2017
Carret.
So profound.
Makes me want to,
Lick the ground.
Carret.
Is a color.
That can't rhyme,
With another.
Carret.
So sour.
I have,
CARRET POWR,
When I use my powr,
I fly,
And what I leave behind is,
CARRET.
Hannah Marie
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Hannah Marie  F/USA
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