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Jun 2016
My fingers are frozen
stiff and cold
icicles to run down your back
over bumps of your spine
so perfectly straight
not like mine
twisted and broken
aching and hunching
and its not raining
and it might snow
but that doesn't change anything,
anyways.
Marigold
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Marigold
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     jeacole, andrew juma, Jim Musics and ---
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