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Dec 2014
When children run across
the faded green pastures,
a milky white tear
to shape a new galaxy home,
what is left in the temporary house.
How long do we have to wait
in an empty wardrobe made out of
the tree that gives life?
Samantha Miller
Written by
Samantha Miller  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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