with what
cleanness
are wife hands
whole
in whose
joining
are the bodies
of my children
And
my wife’s body
in who slept
my children
whose breath
were
their breath
whose blood
were
their blood
carrying
the crumbs
of a little life
through
biggest
Death
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 7:54 PM UTC
with what
cleanness
are wife hands
whole
in whose
joining
are the bodies
of my children
And
my wife’s body
in who slept
my children
whose breath
were
their breath
whose blood
were
their blood
carrying
the crumbs
of a little life
through
biggest
Death
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