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Mar 2014
red nails, never fails
to pluck hair from brow and brush aside
the daily do's and don't's, the stray hairs and fears smudging her rosy glasses.
tall boots, grown-up girl suits parade her down the aisle
of the supermarket, purse balancing canned mangoes and fat-free soup.
she's an now girl, a strong-jawed orphan saving apartment buying
woman.
idk what this is sorry
anna
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anna  pennsylvania
(pennsylvania)   
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