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Mar 2018
scars between her flesh and skin
is just a prisoner as i touch
every battle she's in
yet it conceals so much

what secrets they hold
beneath those layers of light and love
she reigns without control
regret is what she got a plenty of

from those eyes i see
hold a misery hide
what do they see in me
with caution or bashful side
tate
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tate  20/my
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   Adam Kinsley
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