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and then the sheer horror of it all
corners me
shaking my shoulders
and coughing it's black smoke
in my face
and by no choice of mine
I'm there
the face the death the dirt
a primal inability
to recognize a wound
this deep
the one most high
administering small doses to me
in the dead of night
choking on grief
and stroking a baby's face

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