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Jul 2014
I am kind of pretty,
not his kind of pretty.

still, I feel ******
...this ram-shackle city

While he in his shiny town,
hold no pity.
Really, not that pity is something to aim for.
Margrett Gold
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Margrett Gold  moon
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