the air smells like rain and feces. spring has sprung. i know that we're in for two more weeks of soul-sucking cold starting tomorrow, but i'm trying to delay that realization so i can still enjoy the day and carry on as a whole, happy person
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Lucille Clifton? She wrote that poem about her hips!
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she's one of my favorite poets. i love her.
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