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Nov 2017
The rain trickles
down the side of the house
turning the garden
into a soup
of mud and dead tomato plants
while she dances
in a yellow raincoat
and bright boots
waving at the camera
as a silvery voice promises
hot chocolate.
Another snapshot poem.
morseismyjam
Written by
morseismyjam  Genderqueer/Right Here
(Genderqueer/Right Here)   
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     --- and Lior Gavra
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