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For Tom, For MeWhen I was little, / I use to refer to him as / the monster. / A brow raised to a soul / in words in
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Jan 14, 2014
A Sense DimmedThe lingering smell of hummingbirds / wet with rotten cigarette butts / travels faster than I. / As
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Dec 18, 2013
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