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May 2018
write, don't read
but some guy on the subway
he got up next to me
he said

write poems not letters

& it felt like a crowning and borning but my god

it still hurt like hell
nobody better know me
nobody better think they own me
I am so freakin mean

I have half a killed
so many men


this is my simple
confession
Objects in the mirror are never what they appear to be.
Written by
Medusa  F/California
(F/California)   
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