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"littlegirl" poems
I drank cold coffee and wrote with a sticky pen; clearly headed nowhere good to-day. They rolled their **** in mango-flavored papers. I stood small and center in the dark room, hands clutching mesh straps of a fuschia-pink littlegirl backpack. I stood slightly slumped to watch dim orange light outside the dorm window set fire to my shoes.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
thunderbirdexpress
April 18
I drank cold coffee and wrote with a sticky pen; clearly headed nowhere good to-day. They rolled their **** in mango-flavored papers. I stood small and center in the dark room, hands clutching mesh straps of a fuschia-pink littlegirl backpack. I stood slightly slumped to watch dim orange light outside the dorm window set fire to my shoes.
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