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Sep 2016
Her skeletal frame was made of glass
She encircled her porcelain arms around herself
To keep from breaking apart
Her hair whipped and twirled in the hurricane
White as snow
Weaker than her bones
Her eyes, however, her eyes
Could destroy a nation,
Slit a throat,
and carry one to their death.
Her eyes could also love
And love and love
Until there was nothing left.
Maeve Cunningham
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Maeve Cunningham
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   Doug Potter
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