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Dwarf Planet, Forest Fires, Disney World

by Jennifer Newhouse

At the flea market,
we sweat and wander.
You lead, I lead.
We hunt for what
we didn’t know to find.
I miss everyone
and can’t say it. I miss
who they were or who
it was I used to be.
Everyone is everywhere
like any time before. Continue reading

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