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Raipur, India, Nov. 2005
The birth, with its flat, sudden tongue
of brilliant, did not rattle her. She let them
have their scoured steel and questions of
small souls. With no done throat to voice
question, she was slow and a monster with know.
Even with the heart loosed, sliced public
from its trembling cup, daughter will live this.
Some ghosts stay. Removed, they remain,
unleashed breath unsettling the skin of water.
He had known that, even before He placed
the frantic drum flat on her palm, even before
He wrapped her little fingers around it.
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