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Oct 2019
Blank contacts in the case they sit,
  Fake blood and latex too,
Attempting to look like Iā€™m bit,
  Filling the lines I drew.

Disheveled hair and torn up clothes,
  My makeup dark and loud,
The perfect pigments that I chose,
  A zombie and Iā€™m proud.
My teacher wanted us to try ballad stanzas
Written by
Mackongo  17/Non-binary/Nebraska
     guy scutellaro and Lily
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