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I am not much more Than the nicotine stained walls And scratched records I am crafted from The same child who wore her grandfathers glasses to stare at dingy linoleum in new light The same child who wonders in her own set of rose color glass to peak at humanities clouded flaw No much more than mud , clear in her right that she too is made of stars
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
Star lit dirt
I am not much more Than the nicotine stained walls And scratched records I am crafted from The same child who wore her grandfathers glasses to stare at dingy linoleum in new light The same child who wonders in her own set of rose color glass to peak at humanities clouded flaw No much more than mud , clear in her right that she too is made of stars
abigail-reynolds
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC
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