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Rachel Goad
Poems
Mar 2013
Eventual
thorns poke through
my palms. all belongs
to gravity but not yet my rose,
resting on my undaunted fist.
it will wither unceremoniously and
i will have only holes in my hands.
Written by
Rachel Goad
Woodbridge, VA
(Woodbridge, VA)
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