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Nov 2012
I forgot how to hope
When I was four years old
On the cold cracked concrete floor
Of her basement kitchen down the block
Where we used to sit and laugh
About absolutely nothing
Then nothing turned into something
And laughter turned into an exertion of fear
A fear that lasted- that still prevails
And even through the good
It seems entirely possible
*That life on earth itself is hostile
Sara
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Sara  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Hilda and arham
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