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Camille Thomasson<\/h1>\n

Poem 3<\/span><\/h2>\n

After my death,
\nthey opened my box
\nand were not surprised
\nto find octagonal
\nquilting scraps
\nwell grouped by hue
\nbut not stitched together.<\/p>\n

Camille Thomasson<\/strong> is an obsessive scribbler of poems on cocktail napkins and grocery receipts.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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