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Jul 2011
I made a map
of the veins in my chest
I followed the lines
and ended up in a ditch

So I dug
As far down as I could
Before the clay became to stiff
for my fingers to claw

So I went back to my room
with fingernails full of dirt
and a mouth full of spit too thick to swallow
Hana-Grace Wiebe
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Hana-Grace Wiebe
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