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Oct 2010
I want so much to remember.
All I can recall,
is her face,
which felt like paper.
So thin,
crisp, and white.
Like a sheet of snow,
over hills and peaks.
A raisin.
Drained of its juices,
but still sweet as ever.
Written by
Ashley Sutera
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