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Dec 2010
Lilys of the Sky
Goodbye
Gnarled and sickly
She strokes my hands
This shell, this cornhusk
It's going to be okay, she says
Are you sure? I ask, scared
This shell, this hospital
Will be the death of me
Max Rutherford
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   Leila Rafie
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