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There are finger waves
embedded on the inside of my thigh—a ripple on the surface; you called me an ocean. |
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Cheryl L. Cummings studied creative writing at the University of Central Florida. Currently, she resides in Baton Rouge, LA and edits Faculty Lit. Review. Her poetry has appeared in Strange Foot, and her fiction in The Grief Diaries.
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