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Jan 3
I want to be moved
Day to day
To revel
To  weep
Even in strangers conceit

But why can’t the thing that moves me just be my own two feet?
Katherine Brooks
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Katherine Brooks  22/F/Atlanta
(22/F/Atlanta)   
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