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Dec 2014
Blue lines around grey pottery,
empty containers full of air.
Spices perched on the shelf;
mocking,
staring at the lone figure at the counter,
whispering together.

The setting sky darkens
the cat begs for food,
the cat is fed,
and the figure is alone once more.
sigh
cypress
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cypress  21/Gender Fluid/America
(21/Gender Fluid/America)   
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