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Dec 2014
No one to
before
anymore

To think
more than
to do with

The width
of the sun
as remebered
in a memory
-thin as a
road- it
rose in
rows of
somelight

Before us
-around me-
to you, to
no one
Cecelia Francis
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Cecelia Francis  24/Non-binary
(24/Non-binary)   
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