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Rosaline Moray
Poems
Aug 2014
Gunshot Wound to the Foot
Feeling bereft
Isn't an odd thing, an entirely new thing, or disorienting
At all.
But my head is spinning and my guts are churning
And all
Because I cannot call you. My fingertips are stuck on the first few numbers
And the key
For the padlocked zip on my mouth...
I threw it away, out in the trash.
Along with all the common sense and hope for us I had.
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Rosaline Moray
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