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Oct 2015
"The first things we noticed were words
like a hurricane—spinning, dancing gorgeously
as if they were invited guests.
The next, we couldn't endure.
This is us—cracking, trembling, collapsing.
This is us—letting him in.
May he not be another reason for you
to build the likes of us again."
Written by
Sarrah Vilar  F
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