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Jan 2015
myths i cast
in a golden glow
spinning tales of love
scratching tiny black lines
on hot pressed paper

raw lip,
biting down
i know it is a tale
and so i do not dare advance
without my war paint

i am no fool.
a m a n d a
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   Nat Lipstadt
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