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Apr 2020
I used to have these
terrible fits
(worse, I think, than anything)
like a little fish
violently flopping to death
in a cracked and dried up
rough riverbed
gasping in vain for one last breath.

(I was gasping, in vain, for you)
Mom.
Kacie B
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Kacie B  35/F/California
(35/F/California)   
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