Caroline
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listlessA Poem by Carolinewe sat there, across many lives woken by rhythms i'd hoped to forget, trampled by dogma, misery risen. and the way it was, we think�".. |
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self-made claimA Poem by Carolinefeminist shout |
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to the man with the cross-word puzzlesA Poem by Carolineregarding an experience on the bus |
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