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Apr 2019
There's a plum
in the crease of my arm
where precious crimson flow was taken away.

Stolen from my vessel
in an attempt, in vain, to learn
but it was just a simple ***** in the skin.

And it created a plum.
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
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