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Oct 2021
with tight lips
to not let any of me slip
I the embodiment of fear
wrapped in a gold cloth
I am rich
rich in potential
its raining over me
so much that I can't see


Where I am going
Kaitlyn Marie
Written by
Kaitlyn Marie  F/Upper Midwest
(F/Upper Midwest)   
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   guy scutellaro
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