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in the story of my eyesCindy Savett1. in my house there are no beams in my house there is no breath in my house I find the oven the knotted air the dried hands in my house I have no ribs no palms no weight of blood only walls folding their corners into tears  Cindy Savett Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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