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Nov 2017
her shadows
have more weight
than my ghost

in my hands
a basket
full of ripe

they prefer
those bite-sized
cookies with the
******* fortunes

plain language
in which
nothing hums
Erin Suurkoivu
Written by
Erin Suurkoivu  F/Canada
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