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fourty grit rubs surface dust away
you turn and offer up a smile
i remember this now
coarse, as i slowly
turn into all
that i hated
you for
shame
About the Creator
Michaela Delaney
Writing helps me express things I don’t know how to rid my brain of otherwise.
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