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BlueBird
Poems
Feb 2019
Rubber bones.
Sometimes I feel like my bones are made up of inflated balloons.
Filled with flat air that never floats me in the right direction.
I have skin and clothes covering them but with every step I still hear them move.
And everyone sees me.
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35/Alberta.
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