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'Shadow Boxes', by Vanessa Blakeslee

In the museum, Ward fumbled underneath the ticket counter and a moment later, a flashlight illuminated shadow boxes draped by black curtains and the tiny white wax faces inside. We tiptoed further; the museum was cool and musty. I felt like I was walking into a house while someone was sleeping, or trespassing on something hidden. 

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3 Poems by Colin James

   I am not going to
                    give you the satisfaction
                    of saying I'm disappointed,
                    although I find your
                    behavior LY adverb rude.

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