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Jul 2012
Graze of an elbow.
Grace of an elbow.
Trace of an elbow. We
Race to Hell, though.
                                      I have a
face that fell, though
if you couldn't tell.
                                     This
base is covering our old and beautiful tinkling bell.
                               Curl up with me inside my shell:

The one I built under our kitchen table.
Peyton Leigh Stille
Written by
Peyton Leigh Stille  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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