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splinters
there is a splinter in the pad of my thumb.
I don’t know how or when it happened,
but do know where.
our house has no floors thanks to the hurricanes.
the bottom is concrete;
it collects dust faster than we can sweep.
the top is subfloor;
we have to wear shoes inside to prevent splinters.
my little sister forgot.
one got stuck in her foot before school.
she was only getting out of ...
Friday 10th January 2025 5:08 am
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