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Jan 2017
When the women held their
signs with marker smeared like
lipstick on the neck of the man who
didn't let me go -

I saw colored shapes against a
wet, grey sky
and a thousand women full of
    togetherness & gold.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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   Azaria and James
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