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Thursday, March 19, 2015
tweet poem about world war two.
Pushing through earth to find, blood of mother’s sons feeding my veins. I cannot weep for I am but a flower, but I can blush.
I'm grateful for my prize book token with which I bought "the paying guests" by Sarah Waters
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