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Mar 2014
She sits
In softsilentsun
And dreams -
I was a
Lawyerfarmerfriend-
I had a dollar,
Two dollars,
More

Dreams- dustlungs
Dusthair
Dusttears
Leaving snail-trails down
Down
Down
Jutting, hollow
(empty) belly,
Snakesquirmsorrow.

I-She-He-They
Came;
Wanted food money clothes.
Turned away: nothing here
Worth taking
Just me
And my daughtersonbabylife
Sitting
In the empty dust-world.
Summer Winchester
Written by
Summer Winchester
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