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Jan 2023
Margaret's hands are small and white
they will never hug her mother
or feel a lovers hand squeeze hers
never play piano like her sister Maud
or wear a wedding ring
not any of these things
Margaret's hands are marble still
each dove at rest upon her chest
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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     wes parham, Timothy, Crow and MS Anjaan
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