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Deadeye
ОглавлениеTo my mother the teacher.
The cool rotating of her head
the meeting of the eyes
that pause
the silence
a silence where
you can hear your heart
beating inside your head
and you think it makes
the whole room pulsate
and the other children
turning toward you
horror on their faces
grateful it wasn’t them