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365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Sixty-Five
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About June Faramore
Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore
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start on the inside
the light daughter
in the corridor
between the asphalt and the sky
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we are all polylingual
caught like bottled water
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