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Ann Huang Reads

Sarah

Those are the moments that keep you alive.
You whisper to the candle light.
You eat cake
Beyond a close proximity--
The reservoir bank
In the way that age moves on.
You are young except for those who are younger
Over and over.
And to be glued on to each other
Both of us like shards awaiting to be glued on,
That were not what age enlisted.
The planters you refused to receive
With tea tree oil and berry currants,
The crescent springs you created upon yourself.

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Ann Huang

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