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on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall like vines cascading down her cheeks fruits of her eyes fall warm brines drawing her into awakening she feels . . . but then . . . she doesn’t © Mahogany Ree 8-24-23 Written 3-16-22
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Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC
Mahogany Ree
on the cusp of tears too stubborn to fall like vines cascading down her cheeks fruits of her eyes fall warm brines drawing her into awakening she feels . . . but then . . . she doesn’t © Mahogany Ree 8-24-23 Written 3-16-22
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Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC
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