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when you believe
when your mom told you bad luck results from going outside with wet knees, you scrubbed skin to raw red medallions, never as dry as could be. now you believe bad luck opportunes from clipped toenails after rain, from whistling … Continue reading
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Tagged drafts, napomo, napowrimo, poetblogrevival, superstitions, yo la tengo
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