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Sarina
Poems
Oct 2013
the string
the weeds are dead, my cheeks are pink
-
when i put things in my mouth
they become alive
grow
-
i
bleed just so the world can retain its color
it began when he cried
"i am on fire,
i love you.” and suddenly i was water
-
i used a string
to pull him out of my belly so
that he would not drown
-
i can’t
help but think there is too much life in me
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