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Feb 2012
My body becomes the problem.
I cannot move my arms,
I cannot feel my legs.
My back cracks,
my knees are weak.
Ill, Ill, Ill.
For maddie.
Mara Siegel
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Mara Siegel  Atlanta.
(Atlanta.)   
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