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May 2013
On tuesday
I drank tea with a skeleton named Eileen.
Her fingers were long
and her lips were drawn
like a frown, unable to move.
It was a sad sight to see
and it convinced me to be
happy
no matter what the weather.
Esmé van Aerden
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Esmé van Aerden  Seattle
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