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Jan 2019
3806 steps
not farther
from the teenage mermaid
in ripped jeans
they used to tell me girl
these are growing pains
all tears will dry and heal after childbirth
30 years passed
like laughing gas
it seems the streets i wander
have changed
but i'm telling you
making me responsible
doesn't close denim wounds on my knees
Written by
anna
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