Without a Filter

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Spots cover my face,

tiny little sun spots,

full of summertime memories.

Long red hair rests down to my waist,

looking like sparks crackling in the wind.

With a smile on my face that is hard to

get rid of,

this is what I am like without a filter. #nofilter
 

This poem is about: 
Me

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