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Jun 2020
My mom sends me a picture of herself
Talking about how there’s guardian angels
On the subways in New York
when men hold me, I feel so alone
Is it my turn to tuck you in like your
Mother never did?
10:15 pm, 777777777777777777
Written by
FLESH  22/F/California
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