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August.
The scratchy wood beneath my thighs, / My dangling feet invade the sky. / Our thirsty skin soaks melting drops
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Mar 19, 2012
Nursery School
On those crisp autumn mornings- / I would watch her leave me. / My throat tight and aching
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Mar 19, 2012
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