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Mar 2014
Icy snow melted hot
Down the driveway
I stubbed my toe and
Bled all over your sheets
I'm fumbling through letters
Trying to find the right -
I wish I didn't see that
Wish I hadn't felt the sun
Icy snow melted running
Straight into the hand that fed me



I often think
that we
could be
the only ones
Rose
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Rose
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   Clay Feet and Fatima Ammar
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