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Dec 2020
nothing worth something is easy
but is this learned or a lie
because past my pupils
exists myself
exposed and cold
i just want to be pure and gold
longing for warmth
seeking purity through garbage
Written by
mark soltero  23/M/Texas
(23/M/Texas)   
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