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May 2017
Sometimes I brush my sadness off
like four fingertips to a feather on
the edge of my shoulder,
and just watch it float there in the wind,
interpreting it like a dream
that has a thousand different meanings.
Summer Edmonds
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Summer Edmonds  30/F/Kentucky
(30/F/Kentucky)   
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