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elizabeth moura (3 Poems)

Lives in a converted factory. Reads. Thinks. Writes. Eats. Sleeps. Etc.

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Myself and others

Walking in winter is a struggle
for #myself and others. Our
legs creak in concert with old
oak branches, we squint
when snow pack thaws to fog.
Winter taunts us. Spring is
just another season.

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