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young pencil marks

my wall is discolored: graphite squiggles of a pudgy hand, deliciously dimpled, crimped around a stubby blue pencil, the other leaving faint smudges on the wall- of you, of three year old thoughts, of the afternoon’s last lights, shadows that … Continue reading

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