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Elizabeth McMunn-Tetangco

Sunset

Over your shoulder,

the trees

burn

 

like stolen tusks. What

did I miss

 

when I turned

to look at you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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