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Jan 2016
there were so many stories i wrote
between the lines trembling faintly across my
palms like the roots of trees, desperate
to entangle themselves home
around my wrists

so many stories without you
my lost little muse
i was a poet before you
after you
i can't recall a single word
like you
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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