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Nov 2010
My chest is wound tight.
The breath
doesn’t come easily.
What rattle?
What wheeze?
The child leads me
to the shed out back.
What happens here? rattle
I don’t know. wheeze
Do I know the child?
Of course I do.
It’s _______.
co-written by Keelie A. Sheridan and Joseph Kurtz
Written by
Keelie A Sheridan
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