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Feb 2012
pretending that she was the rain,
she looked outside the window
to keep herself from staying sane,
she dreamed of couldn’t be’s
she laughed and pinned up in a row,
the rest of her tomorrows
but, she knew she’d never know,
so just stared out, wistfully
Rebecca McDade
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