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Feb 2018
what is this
from
my
palms

blood drips
razor blade sips
child like manners
wording me to tears
cry with me here
she is crying
was it me
she asks
never
mind
me
her mother
never said that
she clipped our wings
here from the cage
we can see
my
wings
from my palms
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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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