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Jul 2012
stepping stones
breaking bones

babies walking
old men talking

girls in pretty dresses
boys minds full of guesses

neighborhoods dark, silence
houses crowded, no senses

minds filled with clutter
hearts dying of butter

nonsense in the form of rhymes
a silly girl typing to pass this time.
March 22, 2011
Vanessa Cz
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