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Apr 2020
i am burying my luck.
clay sticks under my fingernails
as i try to unearth
something that feels like
devotion,
sculpt something that feels like
money.

all i've learned is that i am
"too cautious," and
"overly ambitious,"
as if i can afford to be
enigmatic.
Written by
Hope Peck  21/F/Philadelphia
(21/F/Philadelphia)   
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