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Hedicacas, Tractas and Airpanes
by A. Paige White
Little wheels make trails through the hair of my arms
I'm tattooed from neck to toe
with little tracks
though soon gone from my skin
they've pressed through
deepening grooves into my heart
little treks that will never fade
Little arms stretch out to the rain
Little eyes stretch into big O's
when thunder wraps the treeline
little arms wetly wrap my legs
Big O's peeping from safe haven
The weeping skies above are a mirror
of the love stretching my heart
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