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Mar 2015
Speak to me.
There must be truth
hidden amid the dust.
Its scent rises through
the window to my fingertips
resting on the edge.
My heart speaks truth.
It offers patience
in solitude.
My veins smile with
happiness.
-
Anna
Written by
Anna  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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