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Dec 2016
like the melting of cherries
and the dropping of dews,
it dripped little by little.
her waves crashing against
the sand that was her fabric.
she could not hide it,
for her denim no longer clung
onto her lower limbs.
dixie krause
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dixie krause
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   --- and Mark Tilford
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