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Dec 2016
I put up the
   tree and my
  little hands
ached-
I'm not old,
I'm hardly twenty-
six

I've worked so
hard
my hands still
can't handle
loneliness
  and sticks.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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