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Aaron Smith
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Unneeded
After the storm, the wet trees, hazy sky and I remember when I was young in West Virginia, leaving into a life I believed I would be happy in. And the humid air. And bird noise. Then nobody I loved had died yet. My mother hadn’t sobbed into a phone. I hadn’t been alone yet, unneeded the same way I needed. A man hadn’t given me flowers in a brown paper bag.
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