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Jul 2012
I used to wrap myself
in pastel colored ribbons
until I grew taller
and left them in the rain

I used to count the seconds
quietly to myself
until you bought me
that first bottle of wine

your name fills my mouth,
most mornings
when the sun comes up and
I become puddles of myself
Janelle Flora Viser
Written by
Janelle Flora Viser
   Alex Howell
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