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I am a leaf, shed, homeless, drifting in through a hole in the carpentry -- a skeleton among skeleton relatives, dusting the shuffle-worn surface of our mother's planked-out chest.
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Trespasser
I am a leaf, shed, homeless, drifting in through a hole in the carpentry -- a skeleton among skeleton relatives, dusting the shuffle-worn surface of our mother's planked-out chest.
25/07/2016
christine-ueri
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
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