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January II

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January || *

Cheyenne Dunnett

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When I’m stuck for ideas, I go back to January, plucking words from your mouth and turning them into a new kind of art. I never showed you what I had written; I was scared that it would reveal too much. I planted my own thoughts among the skeletal trees and let my tears pour out of the sky.

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