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The scab, or For Donna

Covered thinly, by a bloody clot. Unhealed. Congealed. Unwelcome obligations to eat, sleep, dress fulfilled. That your body is still here is the best that can be said of this, the first year.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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