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Oct 2013
when i was little,
people confused me
so i made friends with
the pavement instead.

all summer long,
we traded scraped knees
and cement skid marks,
admiring our scars
like secrets in the dark.

and when autumn came,
and the other girls looked out
for matching bracelets,
i hunted for matching scars
and the ones that i knew
would understand.
krista
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krista  california girl
(california girl)   
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