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she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Feeling
Amputated
Feelings
Tingling
Around
Remembering
Remember
Wondering
Women
Wings
Many
Sing
World
Walking
Wonder

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