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Jun 2015
Every person that leaves me,
leaves me their stories.
I polish them and post them for the world to see.
Denial lies in my hands,
dusting it off,
I make it mine.
A poet's job is to make sure
not a single memory gets left behind.
Maria
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Maria  U.S.
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   Andrew Tinkham, NV and Alyson Lie
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