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Oct 2015
Rusty cheeks on worn out fingertips
in the middle of the world,
you were the epidemic
of fantasy this head needed.
You're the science fiction novel
in a bookcase of poetry.

Tired eyes on ruthless faces,
on a sliver of two continents,
you were the explosion
that became the
Solar System.
Carla Michelle
Written by
Carla Michelle  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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