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Sep 2014
our
we speak in contrasting colors
(colors like red and blue and sometimes pink)
i am focusing on becoming a light shade of blue

my stomach heavy with the color red,
i don’t think you hear me when i say i’m lonely
we're only suffocating in this closet
but i guess we're doing it together
vanessa fonseca
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vanessa fonseca  18/F/massachusetts
(18/F/massachusetts)   
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