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Feb 2018
i have not felt my hands
for a long, long while
the snow slaps my face
then gives a tender smile.
this seasonal depression
will linger in my lungs
long after the sun returns
to leave my hands no longer numb
Anna Grace
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Anna Grace  19/F/Rochester, NY
(19/F/Rochester, NY)   
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