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|Creep|

Grief, that shadowy trickster
Always creeping
Like a growing thirst
And a bleeding wound
You won’t know until it’s too late
When your mouth is filled with dust… 7 more words

Poem

The Grasper of Unstoppability

You really take things for granted, until you can’t do them, like thinking, and bending over. I am regaining the ability to think, but not so much the ability to bend over, and I have spent a lot of time recently thinking about all of the things that I can’t pick up. 254 more words

Parenting