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Mar 2014
there is a boat in a bottle,
art in a jar. there was a need to collect,
keep working.

there never was a gun, no trigger, no need
to mainipulate, learn to spell.

he gave us gifts, i felt guilty taking them.

his face lit up.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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