still born
over the deadline
"Bite hand's palm", they say
Scale, in silence, grief's mountain
Scattered, child's ashes.
.
fuck due dates. and haikus.
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No Real Balance
Reluctant Writer. Teacher.
Hawking vocal contests for love letters.
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