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Aug 2014
Each name is a splinter in the finger,
a room full of regrets.
Children running in grassy fields without shoes.
The wind in 80 degree weather.
Velvet.
Soft.
Reminding.
Forever.
Ciara Ginelle
Written by
Ciara Ginelle  Raleigh, nc
(Raleigh, nc)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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