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Aug 2013
An infant shrinks,
A mother's loss.
Joints are chains.
This baby is stuck in my
Metallic dream space.
You drop and I fall apart,
Only to stare at the pieces
With my nervous eyes and his
Shallow judgement
In front of the sky
Grace
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Grace  United States
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