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Mar 2019
My foot taps concrete
To the beat of my blood

My mouth is an acoustic guitar
Strumming your name against my lips

My cheeks go red
At the images I conjure

My mind is a snare drum
Pounding against my better judgement
Written by
Olivia Ventura  19/F
(19/F)   
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