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Jul 2018
I wanted roots
so I invented them
from other people's stories
I wanted wings
so I made them
from paper scraps and string
I conjugated a million verbs
to tell my own life story
and I witnessed things that frighten you
especially when you dream
Now you want to be me
and it makes me laugh
I don't think you've saved enough
broken string
for that
Pat Raia
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Pat Raia  65/F/Parrish, Florida
(65/F/Parrish, Florida)   
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