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Jun 2014
the kids in this town
like to crawl into the woods
with the scraggly trees
balding earth
snakes that feed
on futures
and they stay there,
hibernate
in this sleepy hollow
until one day their tongues have
slid back into their throats
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
287
   Charlotte
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