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Sep 2020
to be this is a privilege some write, and I agree

to be this that lives
and breathes
is a gift

I sat there
looking out the window
as vulnerable
and as frail as any other living creature
with my wounded feet covered in bandaids
with black chipped nails
with spongy untamed hair
undeceiving

it is a privilege Campbell
to sit here bare as I am
truly it is
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Clovis, CA
(31/Clovis, CA)   
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