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May 2014
your mouth is a barricade
of wooden slats
on the front door
but your eyes are stain glass windows
that you wouldn't be able to miss
even in the biggest storm
so when you say
"i'm okay"
your mouth may be prominent
and the wood may be sturdy
but your pupils are dilated
and the windows just shattered
Caitlyn Dee
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Caitlyn Dee  20/F
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