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Apr 2013
i might be turning into my mother.

after all,
i have her straight nose
and her broad bones
her stubbornness to
hold on to the truths you know
and the lies you don't.


i might be turning into my father.

after all,
i have his brown eyes
and his quick mind
his readiness to
leave things behind and *let the road
unfold like twine.
catherine
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catherine
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   vircapio gale
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