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7d
there is magic in a steaming cup
in seeing with sick eyes
through the white morning

A woman who moves in silence
Her face softened by the distance

She carries a life
not numbered
a beating heart for two
so big the walls bend around her
as if to say
β€œnevermind the others”
Jacqueline Skidmore
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Jacqueline Skidmore
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     Immortality, Mari Chubinidze, Pavel and Man
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