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Mar 2019
I politely fold my
‘*******’
into tiny pieces
sharp sentences sliced
for your comfort
until it is only a soft
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…’
I am small enough to slide
into your pocket or your pants
but never out
of your grasp
March 2, 2019
11:31:56 PM
Allison Wolf
Written by
Allison Wolf  24/F
(24/F)   
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