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May 2019
Untitled
the only way we speak truths is through fridge poems,
the height of our vulnerability in
pre-written words,
mass produced magnets
holding together what's left of
you and me.
Written by
Hope Peck  21/F/Philadelphia
(21/F/Philadelphia)   
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