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May 2019
Only when you are standing above me ...
watching my brain work ...
can you talk down to me.

The control you once had over me --
capable of moving mountains if you asked;
went to hell when you began to talk down to me.

The Bronx lives within me.
"Y por mi madre"
I'll never let anyone talk down to me!
aBeautifulStory
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aBeautifulStory  33/F/NYC
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