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Dec 2013
I used to draw my life story in sharpie on your hands
My past, my doubts, my fears.
I would trace over and over the lines
In hopes that the ink would seep into your bloodstream
And make its way to your heart
And you'd understand
Esme Stumborg
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Esme Stumborg  Vancouver, B.C
(Vancouver, B.C)   
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