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On restless feet she wanders
through the garden of her life...
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A solitary raindrop
rolls down your left cheek...
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Will the future
be fair to you...
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I often forget you
in the sun...
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It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
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Mothers and daughters,
sisters and aunts...
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I don’t have space
for grief...
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After you
I became creative...
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excavated childhood memories, i handle
them with care, reminding myself to hold...
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I remember the treehouse,
haphazardly built...
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I want to
cut loose the moon...
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The smell of humid air and the flickering
sign awakened the fire within you...