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  • April Carmine


The years passed, our

lives passed, the teeth

of the three little girls

who once filled the

plot of land with laughter fell

out like the leaves from the

big maple tree that still

stands tall on the front lawn.

The scribbles on “Cinderella blue” colored

walls have been painted over

in white.

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