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Mar 23
like my childhood bully
on the blacktop
of the elementary school i once attended.
poking me all over.
tormenting me.
the mocking laughter.
kicking me in the ribs,
until i ran out of air.
that's what our memories
feel like
Renn Powell
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Renn Powell  26/F/United States
(26/F/United States)   
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