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A Poem by drea
Foot stepsrain-trainssounds on my drumscoming from thumbs:click-clicking controllersvoices squeak-squawk through boxesand glimpses of foxesmake me tur..
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A Poem by drea
My parents,foot soldiers of the middle class; never did undo their boot straps,but they brought me here. Iconoclast-I was raised in a culture storm.Th..
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