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Magda

If every time I smile they see Her in my teeth through my cheeks in the sound I make when something is funny I’ll be happy to have laugh lines and crow’s feet around my eyes to prove I’ve been … Continue reading

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Masalama

I’d like to think that first the sacred bathroom counters would collect dust dead skin to space rocks would cover my tooth brush and where I once soaked my sleeves in hot water the clothes would slip off the hangers … Continue reading

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