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Dec 2014
some women call their bodies home to something greater

     me?
my body's a burial ground
for dreams i found
     and lost
just as quickly

i'm a canvas
void of my own expression yet riddled with scars
left behind by precious little ghosts
     and their lack of confession
good things die. and sometimes, even the ghost of the memory passes in agony.
Catrina Sparrow
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Catrina Sparrow  wide wild wyoming.
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