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Aug 2014
I could melt your frozen freckled cheeks between my warm hands
The streamers of copper hair I find sometimes become tendons to the marionette I still am
Desperately flailing
where all the previous strings have been lay scabs
Z Atari
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Z Atari  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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