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Written by Felicia Zamora
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tube socks hammock branches flags flown in capitulation to steely skies and gifts of fog my toes in the moist squish of flesh and earth- worms my sisters tagging along in pockets of half-sown taffeta twirls and lifts of skirts and limbs our helicopter games kindle symphony in brambles sweet edible dark receptacle not separate to purple tooth smiles with rippling river chimes in boulder drums mounding the canyon valley amphitheater streams from my pores gathering momentum veins in melodious cadence
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