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Apr 2015
they tell me I'm made of dust
as though a slight gust
could ******* apart
As if the beating wasn't just my heart
but a maze of particles
infusing every article
dead and blown away

they tell me ill return to ashes
like i was made of ashes in the first place
like instead of thoughts it was just space
that your hand on my heart wasn't what kept it apace
but just science in the ashes
in the dust
feeling sentimental, its rainy, sue me
Autumn Whipple
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Autumn Whipple  sacramento . california
(sacramento . california)   
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