Christine
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tiny glassesA Poem by Christine |
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the wind criesA Poem by Christine |
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InstitutionalizedA Poem by Christine |
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bed wetterA Poem by Christine |
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Made in AmericaA Poem by Christine |
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where insects go to dieA Poem by Christine |
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make my fingers dance a littleA Poem by Christine |
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