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Mar 2017
It’s retrievable from where?
The center of this chest.
Folded up beneath the bone,
Before it makes a crest.
Awake again, my searching hands
Once numb, now fill with fire.
The need to shape, to form, create
Has formed its own deep pyre.
Sarah Spang
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Sarah Spang  28/F/Philadelphi, Pennsylvania
(28/F/Philadelphi, Pennsylvania)   
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