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Mar 2013
Family, go.
After all, there will remain
a part of you
because in the end, we are all
reduced to tree stumps
the size of broken limbs
and your porcelain collar bones, broken
are now scattered all around
the crying child.
jpl
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jpl  Manchester, UK
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