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Jan 2013
I think a fairy sprinkled sad dust on my face
to make dead things grow in the
wrong place, and now I walk around with
a belly full of tired leaves
thinking that I would rather not live, not be.

I tell my family that I am sorry but
no one understands what has possessed me –
just the sad fairy, I say.
She cast her sad spell and it won’t go away.
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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