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Wednesday, August 16, 2017
The Blackberries
Her face in them.
The blackberries by the tracks.
Train moaning by. Roaring and clicking.
Metal. We pick them every year
only not here. See the places
when we were little
they were so big and now look
the spaces have grown
over by the pears.
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