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Pears

I watch my hands wrinkling, while her fingers gather length. I have shared my fruit. I press pause. But, the moment won't let me stay. I can only keep the negatives. There is never enough time is never enough.

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tara-ewer-1

American

Published: Jan 23, 2013
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