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Dust

She was so magnetic that even the dust was attracted to her. Anything that felt lost, or too small for the space it occupied, if it...

To My Mother

You asked; "Do people ever say something to you?" I quietly answered; "No." But I would never tell you, About the man beneath the...

Yesterday

Yesterday, a poem about the day after the election Yesterday was the echo of thousands of voices. It was the echo of the voice of my...

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