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Apr 7
lithe she floats
surface barely breaking
hard as wood, smooth as jade
yet light, a thing of burnished air
barely there
no thoughts to weigh her down
for she has ceased to care
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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         guy scutellaro, Bowedbranches, Timothy, Aimée and Zara rain
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