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We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

Andrea Gibson

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Find
Flinch
Bullets
Beneath
Skin
Skins
Pray
Lovers
Praying

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