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< Leah Altukhova



I was removed, the right their previous line,
Cross out Barcode dotted all dates and notes.
Wipe shared files, burn all notebooks,
We were inseparable ... now alone.

Wash my rhymes from all hemispheres,
Just live right, and not a word about the left.
Write at last as black on white.
That spring bloomed, we are only a herbarium.

Avoid my eyes, to banish my birds and
Close their windows from the summer wind.
And leave my Dedication unanswered.

"Author struck you and close the page ..."