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Jan 2020
Despite what she has seen,
still her hair shone no silver.
Even though her throat has been sore from screaming,
still there is the silk of youth in her voice.
After all of the reasons you gave her to not trust,
still her eyes gleam with naive belief and forgiving.
She is Youth
but her life has forced her
into Maturity's cloak.
Olivia A Keaton
Written by
Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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     Carlo C Gomez and Rich Hues
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