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Jan 2019
changed
sprouts grow out my eyes,
renewed.
icicles freeze along my ribs,
numb.
waves roar against my palms,
gentle.
Written by
E McNamara  18/F/in the ocean
(18/F/in the ocean)   
183
   Fawn, --- and Kalliope
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