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Apr 2019
reflections after the rain
but what am I, other
than a pile of bones and some flesh, composed
of past sorrow and debris, watered
with my tears and feasting on the small slivers of sunlight that come from time to time.
Elizabeth Oyibo
Written by
Elizabeth Oyibo  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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