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Jul 2010
A big step for me is
N O T H I N G
to others.
They'll probably laugh.
               No, scoff.
"Her?" Okay, sure...
And I'll cry. Flows of flaws.
Down my cheeks. Like plum
    juice.   Sticky.   Brown.

The sugary tears sting my eyes.
Ruth Forberg
Written by
Ruth Forberg  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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