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remnant

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTERUnderneath

my armor,

my artifice,

my micro bursts,

and alliteration

–I’m still me.

An endless, clouded afternoon. . .

Under your

ex–

your

tears–

your

years

and

reserve

–are you still you?

The sun that lit the day?


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