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Feb 2016
I am the garden walls used
to protect me and I am the weeds that weave through the walls
and under the walls curving myself through cracks in my own cement
this is cliche
Astor
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Astor  Intercourse PA
(Intercourse PA)   
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   r l and sirwca
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