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Mar 2021
I have a young one
and an old one
they are four and nine
respectively

one night, the young one
expressed her love for me
with her hands

the first was for her mother
her arms stretched obtusely,
for me, they were acute

she was honest

I cried.

the older one
brought me water

We went to sleep.
Forest Kvasnikoff
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Forest Kvasnikoff  Alaska
(Alaska)   
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