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Aug 2018
White is the purest color
Yet is destined to be stained
By anyone of anybeing
With even the slightest
Sign of imperfections

The tarnish is inevitable
Why set a standard of impossibility
When anyone or anybeing
With even the slightest imperfections
Are patiently waiting next in line?
Willow
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Willow  Non-binary/Boston.
(Non-binary/Boston.)   
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