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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

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I can hear my mother screaming angrily
in the squeak of the faucet
and in the insistent creak of the floorboards like
broken eggshells I've walked over all my life
Posted by subject to subjectivity at 3:23 PM 1 comment:
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