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Sep 2014
My nail polish
like wallpaper
on a dead house

and i suppose
what i am
a dead house

decrepit and torn
down and old
from 16 years

of broken mentality
******-manically wanted
Lips, Hips, thighs.

But what if thats
and my wallpaper is
peeling like ripe fruit
Mikayla Eve Kinzer
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Mikayla Eve Kinzer  20/F/In hazy ignorance
(20/F/In hazy ignorance)   
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