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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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Cheap long lace and ornate cotton rags Why must you harass this hag Wasps whir in my eyes and ears This hollow heart makes seconds years A molding mind will keep to corrode Hands burned in half damp gold Imprisoned in godly skin A wealthy fool Love spits on this moon soaked ghoul Railroads traverse dry autumn lips Gnawing on the sun like a starving twig Palms claw at dusted hips Eyes forsake my greatest wish Bejeweled skies shriek at Ornate cotton rags and lace quite cheap This beauty is a terror When the ray becomes the burn Will we ever really weep Comments are closed.
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