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Mar 2019
my cold fingertips touching my new word,

perfect

still fresh,
raised from the skin,
a reminder of what iā€™m not,
what i wish i was,
what i could never be
kerri
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kerri  26/F/Ohio
(26/F/Ohio)   
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