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My Life as an Author 

I breathe on my hands
wonder where that stairway goes
say shhh don’t cry shhh

alarm the birds in the tree
look for a picture of the person
I’ve been told I resemble

an uncle missing since the war

change trains wake up tired
and still trying to think
of another word for all this

  • "look for a picture of the person I’ve been told I resemble"

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