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Jan 2015
for a few hours
i sat in front of the fire
and watched wood pellets burn
i came to when the dryer was done with its cycle
if i'd never heard the squirrels burrowing
if i'd forgotten about the cold,
about the bitterness,
about the hollow shell i'm in,
my mind could be sunbathing
permanently
Rose
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Rose
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   Francie Lynch, sol, --- and victoria
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