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Feb 2012
I used to play the cloud game in the stucco of my bedroom walls.
My eyes confined to the few feet surrounding my pillow,
finding hippos and continents before I drifted off to sleep,
always comforted they would be there when I woke.
If you ask me to find them now,
all I'll see are nail holes.
a maki
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a maki  California
(California)   
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