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Feb 2012
cut that face pretty
stealing
                 between
aisles glossy thick
with starkest sharper
lighting catching on
the edges of heaped
organized rows and
rows
and rows of
cans(quickly splinters
a fairy pale smile)just
pink and little and
painful pretty smile
by the frozen goods
(i think i'll say

                       "hello"
PK Wakefield
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