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Aug 2018
A gifted mask disguising the curse
Each time tricking me.
It feels so good
It feels too much
Then it quickly abandons me.

Manic leftovers now surround me
What’s so good now rotten and stale
Go back to bed,
reminders
I’ll never truly know me
Laura Utter
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Laura Utter  29/F/Wichita
(29/F/Wichita)   
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