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Dec 2015
Each breath was a fugitive from her lips,
a scar for which his skin screamed in agony,
tortured by another moment she didn’t know his name.
8.2.15
Emily K Fisk
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Emily K Fisk  Buffalo; Syracuse; Boston
(Buffalo; Syracuse; Boston)   
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   Becca DeMateo
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