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Nov 2015
Attached to a body that I want to bend out of
Practicing for the day I return my sand to the beach
Laminating all the times the brilliance in my smile swallowed my pride whole
Accepting the opportunity to flush out the karma that made my soul rotten
There is generosity stitched into my teeth
Manners under my nose
and grace carved into the back of my heels
A direct reflection of the Human in God
Donna
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Donna  Atlanta
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