Erin Michelle
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octoberA Poem by Erin Michelle |
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the drug.A Poem by Erin Michelle |
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broken, or alive?A Poem by Erin Michelle |
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no mind over matterA Poem by Erin Michelle |
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quiet mornings in apartment 308A Poem by Erin Michelle |
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these are the daysA Poem by Erin Michelle |
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how my day wentA Poem by Erin Michelle |
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ghostsA Poem by Erin Michelle |
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reminiscenceA Poem by Erin Michelle |
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Cabinet full of ancestorsA Poem by Erin Michelle |
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