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Mar 29

the hands–
they still move

when i was too little
to know what it was,

i slobbered all over it
and knocked it over

daddy would just
wipe it off

check the time

and put it back on
the night stand


they still move...

s jones

Seranaea Jones
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Seranaea Jones
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