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Jul 2015
I didn’t need a pair of scissors
but this pair was yours mother.
I didn’t need material things
but there were parts of you in every box.

Sometimes I still need you, oh mother,
and the scissors I have still.
Michael C
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Michael C
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     Lior Gavra, --- and Cecil Miller
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