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Dec 2017
I am looking for someone I know
her name but I don't know what
she calls herself.
I take a microscope to everything
I see thinking she must be pretty
small to have escaped me so
long but she doesn't hide in flakes
of metal or the grains
of wood. All matter is just pieces
that don't look like
they should stay together
but things don't just fall
apart, so. I have to find her.
for Tina
Em Glass
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Em Glass  26/NY
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