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Oct 2019
Crimson, a color I had become accustomed to seeing
not on clothes but on skin-
In many imperfectly man-made lines in which-
Brought a distasteful satisfaction of knowing-
I was in fact still alive
At the time it felt nice but now they are something-
I truly despise
Ivy
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Ivy  19/F
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