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Feb 2017
& when I think of your hands
nervous around a coffee cup
somewhere in Ridgewood, Queens,
I understand what it feels like
to grieve;
I know what it means to set aside
the most fragile things
like they aren't worth anything,
even when they are.
I still feel so strange.
Ashley Moor
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Ashley Moor  Dayton
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