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Poem: A Rubber Stamp

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A rubber stamp, a broken green crayon, a playing card warning you not to smoke—
Scree of children from around the room that I collected in my hand at the end of the day—
Overwhelmed at where to put the tiny, disparate pieces that shape the cacophony—
Not yet formed, not yet melodious—
I wanted to keep the handful because I could not separate the pieces—

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