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Jul 2019
I run
It catches up
Grabs me by my hair
Tells me I am theirs
The never ending fears
Peace, please be there
The one I cannot seem to grasp
Bad habits and obscene contrasts
Still I follow
Faith
It leaves me hollowed
From dates past
No change
Heart rearranged and cast
Still
Hope is all I have
Toya
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Toya  34/F/Philly
(34/F/Philly)   
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   Melissa Rose
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