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The Last LineA Poem by AnnaI stand at the edge of a drop-off;the roots of trees gnarled out intothe dead zone where a fog hangs--it is empty and cold out there.Do I fall?A tingl.. |
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The Last LineA Poem by AnnaI stand at the edge of a drop-off;the roots of trees gnarled out intothe dead zone where a fog hangs--it is empty and cold out there.Do I fall?A tingl.. |
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