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Jun 2015
Cotard
Leaping and twirling in an inflated
black dress that reached right below my feet
Hoping to be greeted by Death's first cousin;
could he be "Asleep"?
Lara Trujillo
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Lara Trujillo  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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