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Mar 2019
what they don't tell you is that words are weaponry
arrows that pierce the soft muscle
they are also the great
healer.
the wet rag on a hot forehead
the little girl dancing in the kitchen to
soft ballet.
Mars
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Mars  21/F/michigan
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