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Sep 2014
we spent every morning
together,
sitting cross-legged
on her bedroom floor, watching
our trembling hands cradle,
and weep, and
try to learn how
to cut each other
complements
from our jagged edges.
Niles Heron
Written by
Niles Heron  Detroit, MI
(Detroit, MI)   
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