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Nov 2010
I look back at the clutter of the shadow,
Still black with interruptions of window,
and great, heaving plumes of molten air.
The glass is oiled up with
the dirt of love.
And I am surprised to see myself suspended there,
In a web of smoke and grime,
Waving back at myself.
Written by
Asia Marquette
518
   Lizabeth and Jacquelyn Cruz
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