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Grace
Poems
Jun 9
no name #1
on a northern shore, the air bites, even in june;
once, it was warm, but that is just a wish now. crouched in a chair,
I feel small raindrops brush over the pages of my book,
shaking as my stiff fingers flip through it on this slow day. This is the port where
the rich americans flock on their cruise, gold chained and wrapped in lovely fur coats,
while the people down here wear their thin uniforms and wake before dawn.
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F/Voie Des Papillons
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