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ОглавлениеI could never let go
my husband
my wound
my sleep
but they were surrendered from me
my books them
pleasing you/
disappointing you
the desire for men
gazing
feeding
the cursive characters
I my you
in chalk across
the white-lined blackboard
surrendered from me
when I couldn't breathe so.