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Apr 2013
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White numbers descending
cold, black squares getting warmer
a cruel game of hide and seek
you hide, I find
something inside
some part of me I thought I'd left behind.
Millie Harvey
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Millie Harvey  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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