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Haiti
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The Every Now and Thens is dying again
amicia prowls like a jungle cat by the car
wants me to dance under the summer sky
i bring a flower to her
it is white like me
and not ready to bloom in her shadow
I get cornered in a room
she looks me over as I stock the closets
After the earthquake, she has lost everything
and wants to find solace in a kiss
I am always that one that gives
what have I gotten back?
