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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Needles. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/needles/

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9/11: Day Eighty Two

I was walking from the subway And I felt like I was missing it, Missing this city, and missing My time, my time in it.

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9/11: Day Seventy Two

I did not stop, not yet. I was still walking.

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