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Oct 2018
Now,
Sitting on my porch
legs swinging.
Ripped jeans exposing,
ripped fishnet leggings beneath
sticky cherry *** imprints
staining
the bottoms of my feet
waiting for friends
its finally summer
and I think,
I might just survive.
L
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L  16/F
(16/F)   
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       Yann, PoetryJournal and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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