My Twenty-Somethings Ramblings of a Young and Restless

what’s there left to say

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what’s there left to say
when my tongue
once dripping with ink
has been wrung dry

and my lips
full and plump
in its past life
now indian burned
and spli n tered

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My Twenty-Somethings Ramblings of a Young and Restless

Erin

I'm a twenty-something who likes learning about people and writing about them.

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