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Margaret's Hands

Margaret's fingers clasped and still white wings upon her windowsill silent doves that came to rest sleeping now upon her chest each settled bird that came to land will fly no more from Margaret’s hands

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Date: 1/24/2025 6:20:00 AM
Sad little poem ink. Hey welcome to PS!
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Tom Woody
Date: 1/24/2025 6:48:00 AM
Goodness!
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Unpolished Ink
Date: 1/24/2025 6:36:00 AM
Thank you-Margaret was a child killed in the blitz, her tombstone was profoundly moving

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