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Sep 2014
I feel
I feel
Like
The birds when winter
Starts to tease my feathers
The porch when weather
Puts me in shambles
Curtains caught on kitten claws
Pipes reduced to rust
Rivers flowing poison
I feel
Angie
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Angie  24/Missouri
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