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Feb 2015
Hookah
It tastes like pink.
But nobody asked you.
****,
A flute plays,
once more with feeling.
You knew den
In your donkey
I dream
Constellations
Oh, it’s a tiara.
It’s not white, it’s clear.
But nobody asked you.
Idgie Ruth
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   Azaria
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