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After like the singing coming off the drums, I am a carnival of stars--Sonia Sanchez
 Gave you my shoes so you could blister with a day's worth
of my walking
 The sun didn't set
 that was just the sky donning
 a dark sombrero
A day of dreaming rubbing up against an eve- ning's pink emptiness
 There's a Harlem bakery
 decorated by the
 warmth of your hello. 
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Author:Mills, David (American writer)
Publication:African American Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Sep 22, 2012
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