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Sep 2019
As though her skin was stained porcelain white
She slipped back down from the sky cracked and marred
Though every second of my gaze was wasted
As in her final instance; before departure
She was stained porcelain white
Written by
Ya Boi  18/M/Kansas
(18/M/Kansas)   
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