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Mar 2020
On Sunday, I scoured
the skin from my
dining room table.

I smeared a sunset
to cover the scars

and in the fading light,
slanted by my living room
shades, it smiled at me
through a gap-toothed grin.
Faith
Written by
Faith  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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