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Oct 2018
Dark lips match my slumbering feet as i tread
Fringe conceals the elastic snap of my soul
Toxin lines my veins to dull the drum in my chest
Shame lines my eyes like cats on the prowl
Hollow bodies are all i know as tomorrow awaits
this is so very real for many times i get hurt.
Rose
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Rose  22/F/Portland
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