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stop
she clutched my hands, “that must’ve hurt.” what? which one? the dot there, the line here, the veins under the flesh or the bone, “how’d you get it?” i climbed a tree, i said. i climbed a tree & fell.
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needles
inject
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we tell
she gave it to me. we must find her.
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Shelved
Expiration date
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sweeten
falling meteors crashing
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trying to catch fog
but i mist
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learning again
narrow log dark path
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incandescent
Six feet down, the mud claws through us; and, six feet down, we pretend we have a peaceful place to rest. Six feet down, we bury the shovel with us and pretend that we haven’t found each other. There we were in the sun, there in the sun, strung like fairy lights, glowing gold not…
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trail out the glass door, two ways, one path, gone
small
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falling off
blowing away
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Melody Zhang 