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this poetry book comes from the place between my stomach and my heart. it also comes from the dead moth i found in the woods. it comes from the old gods and the new ones, but mostly the ones who knew to evolve. this book comes from crayola boxes that are missing a crayon or two and it comes from the reef on my mother's door.
this poetry book comes from me and here it is.
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