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Mar 20
my past lies behind me
like the hairs that are tangled
into a bun resting on the back of my neck
like the world that dangles in my rear view mirror of my vintage
car with the torn seats
it comes to me daily
in everything i do
its there
it always will be there
but my future reminds me as its gushing through my windshield onto my face
its making my long brunette waves shimmer
and my olive skin glow
that something brighter is ahead
Renn Powell
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Renn Powell  26/F/United States
(26/F/United States)   
     Lori Jones McCaffery, Harper and Loser
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