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The Scratch

Written by: Raymond Carver | Biography
 I woke up with a spot of blood 
over my eye. A scratch 
halfway across my forehead. 
But I'm sleeping alone these days. 
Why on earth would a man raise his hand 
against himself, even in sleep? 
It's this and similar questions 
I'm trying to answer this morning. 
As I study my face in the window.



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