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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
Category: Poetry
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The parts of me that long to grow into spring Are hiding fallow now, safe beneath dead leaves I am a wisp behind a tree A slip, here and not Cobwebs for veins Dotted with dew, silver filament The bark bites until spring -rjm
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secrets secrets secrets secrets secrets secrets secrets secrets secrets lean in close so i can whisper all my secrets -rjm
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