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Jun 2020
The illusion of elegance,
copied from her mother.
Childhoods left undealt with,
but she wears her traumas
around her neck in that
beautiful southern style
passed down from her mother.
Enforces her new rules,
ignoring the past that got her there
for a new sense of priority.
Her pearls are lost,
sold long ago by someone else,
and she has forgotten
what they stood for.
Sarah Caitlyn
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Sarah Caitlyn  18/Androgynous/Greensboro NC
(18/Androgynous/Greensboro NC)   
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