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Martina
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Friday, August 24, 2012
Poem in Third Person
(August 24, 2012 postcard poem)
One chance to see
where limits reside
today is broken girl’s
wish while navigating
this land of giants,
rejecting unwelcome fear
however valid, as she rises.
This is how to begin.
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