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Jun 2019
falls down and down and down onto
the tops of my fingers. i turn my hand,
bring my palm to the sky, like the leaves
of trees do when they smell the weather turning.
emily c marshman
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emily c marshman  22/F/new york
(22/F/new york)   
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