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Hypothalamus
My hypothalamus is haunting me.

An empty crib.

A bump that will never grow.

Love authenticity, you will always be a part of me.
A ghost in the hallways.

Your heart beat in my deepest quetiapine dreams.

A scan that will never show your sweetest echo.

Father, why would you make me...

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Categories: hypothalamus, angel, atheist, bereavement, birth,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things