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Sep 2017
the little boy with hands like wrecking *****
laughed when he should've cried,
eating emotions like the words
he didn't understand,
turning instead to building blocks
and mixing sands
elementary anger is flicking rubber bands
when you're a little boy with wrecking ball hands.
avalon
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avalon  20/F
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   Lauren Biggs, Timothy Ward, Julia and laura
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