omissive
the child, the loneliest
reconciliation…
–
it is not quite suicide, not quite
career
–
sorrow’s racket,
as in
a deer
in the path
of an oncoming
deer
–
son I carry
no one’s
blood
the child, the loneliest
reconciliation…
–
it is not quite suicide, not quite
career
–
sorrow’s racket,
as in
a deer
in the path
of an oncoming
deer
–
son I carry
no one’s
blood

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