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Mar 2012
I turn over the pages.
Fold the corners to remember.
Feathers.
I trample through the rest
Of this anthology.
Try to rip and tear to forget.
Concrete.

My sledgehammer is rubber
And my drill is sponge.

The wind is a thief
And my tools are blunt.
Written by
Chelsea Chapman
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