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Apr 2015
I'd trace the wrinkles in your skin
until they resemble trails that
create a national park,
and you become protected,
and no human can tear you down.
Sarah Adkins
Written by
Sarah Adkins  Boston
(Boston)   
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   Kelley A Vinal
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