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May 2020
Maybe we weren’t meant to fit
Perhaps we weren’t the correct puzzle pieces.
You could say we were trying to force it.
But that’s how I do puzzles.

I force pieces together, that clearly don’t go.
Red goes with blue,
Green goes with yellow.
It’s abstract I say.

Were we abstract?
Or maybe we weren’t meant to fit.
Teana Miller
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Teana Miller
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     Kyle Reeves, Katy and Polaris
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