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Cruel

I feel so cruel Leaving you behind With only crumpled currency. A leather glove of Mexican pelt Reaches through the window Into my world. “I must set boundaries,” So I tell myself. I inch across the border In a metallic time machine headed for a better life, So I think to myself. I offer only nickels and dimes Wrapped with …Continue reading →

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