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Jun 2014
the storm blew in from the south
steaming hot tea filled my mouth
and the blanket hid my insecure legs

if reading will make me sound wise
then why do these tears fill my eyes
on this journey to lose my innocence

as i learn of new thoughts and new things
and learn how to pluck at the strings
my afternoon damns the fumbling thoughts
far away in the hells of despair
i found growth but there is a winter waiting to **** it
Written by
Joanna Grace
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