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that first year

so much time spent
whirling round a merry go round
too fast to listen
heads knocking
ribs breaking
wind without breath
it's a war, really
when someone dies
and those
in the family gather
to circle the center
thinking some "things"
are there --
and they're not

2 Sep 12

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