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Fingertips caress/ The darkest places in me/ A soul can be vast/ (Melissa Beasley)
— Cuento Magazine (@CuentoMag) February 1, 2013
One day/ My bones/ Turned to ash/Will blow/ Across prairies/ Plains/ Tossed by gentle winds/Dismissed/ I will go home/ And rest (Beasley)
— Cuento Magazine (@CuentoMag) January 29, 2013