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Feb 2013
I take my breath,
my regular heart beat,
And bottle it
out in the space
Of everything he forgot. Ignored.
Selling the difference between black and white
Selling you something that is worth my fight
is an endless song we still sing.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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