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Jan 2018
My skin is transparent
My heart made of glass
My lungs are construction Paper
Not built to last

My bones are just straw
My veins merely string
My spine is a willow branch
That can't hold up a thing

My brain is a flower
My nerves are pure ice
My soul is a memory
Caught in a vice
Zoe Mae
Written by
Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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