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Sep 2014
the bravest of all
was knowing each day
would only break her open
and rip with teeth
knowing this was not a night that would ever bring a dawn
hearing through bruised bones the low low tremors crackingΒ deep within the tender threads connecting
stone blue souls,
but still, with all her fractured grace
putting the two saddest feet we'd seen
onto to the ground each day
to begin
for me and for wolfe
who loves me
Lee Turpin
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