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Nov 2012
red
I am in the furnace
    and it has these red spokes

    looking like candy,
I know this is how I will go

  the chunks of fruit beads
       oh jam, and my jelly

   I become a worm,
he has put me in an apple

    adjust the stem and crotch
nap like a pit, like seeds.
Sarina
Written by
Sarina  forests
(forests)   
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   vircapio gale
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