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May 2019
I want to be born in cold air.
Snow in December, maybe.

He asked why I was cr-
Ying. I said no reason and he did not

Persist but I could tell from
The furrowing brows

That he too wanted to be born in cold air:
Rain, or some variation of it.
Written by
Jessica Chaidez
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   Bogdan Dragos
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