Untitled by Madeline Cirullo

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Apr 2014

Untitled

The thought of
seeing him
vis-a-vis
drains my
confidence
that soaked me
mère seconds ago
where there was fire
sickly butterflies
thrash

Written by

Madeline Cirullo

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