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Jan 2013
My poems never rhyme,
So you'll never listen.
Wrists sliced
Tears
and sidewalk salty
Snow falling
a pure blanket humbles the city
I am far away from.
My eyes never see
So you'll never exist.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   JM, Ugo, Victoria Jennings and Sudhansu
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