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Jan 2019
Ice
when floors are cold,
the bed,
goosebumps

enter the oasis,
water splashing on my
face like warm holy water

in the shower and inhaling
steam, I think
I understand moths
when they
drown in the flame
shivers
Savannah S
Written by
Savannah S
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   Vanessa Gatley
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