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May 2014
you make
                 my
   hands           shake
             like my
              aunt's
   hands           shake
like they haven't forgotten
                            the weight
of the last cigarette they held
even after her precious lungs
                       had forgotten
how to breathe.
Erin Atkinson
Written by
Erin Atkinson
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   marina, --- and gd
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