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Apr 2023
Mom
I wipe my face
with grubby hands
and pretend it is you
who is caring for me.
A draft from October 2022. The main reason this has been sitting here for so long is because I thought it was much too vulnerable to share, but now I know that's exactly why I need to share it.
Serendipity
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