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Sep 2018
My mother's blood was spilled
long before I was here. 
Just as she bled forth
like her mother's.

There has always been a price
maybe, for all this turning around
through all his stories I kept
on buying, and cherished.

I barely recognize
the real value
of my own
blood.
Krysel Anson
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Krysel Anson
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