27 August 2016
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10 August 2016
2775
2775
The pause of being choiceless
Is like birth;
In a place unasked, unknowing,
In your paper gown,
But now:
All you see has lost its name;
The voice of a person on the phone,
The sunlit day outside.
06 August 2016
05 August 2016
02 August 2016
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