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Dec 2014
I am as dead as the first leaves that fell when the temperature started dropping
I sit at the bottom of the pile under the hundreds of others that are just like me
I am damp and discolored
Just like everyone else
Except I hold the weight of them all
And noticed the least
Samantha Russo
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Samantha Russo  20/F/Michigan
(20/F/Michigan)   
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   --- and Kate Irons
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