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Apr 2018
the innocence of youth,
however brief,
remains
sheltered in
the deep sulci of the
brain;
hidden,
almost forgotten,
like vestigial organs that
mark
a species’ ancestry,
as if to say:
this is who i am,
who i was.
serpentinium
Written by
serpentinium  23/F/Florida
(23/F/Florida)   
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