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I’ve come from the lacing patterns of leaves,
I do not know where else I belong.
I do not know where else I belong.
Perhaps we are always hurtling our bodies toward
the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love
from the speeding passage of time
the thing that will obliterate us, begging for love
from the speeding passage of time
What if, instead of carrying
a child, I am supposed to carry grief?
a child, I am supposed to carry grief?
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