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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, Hypodermic and laying, On the side of the road, Dumped there from a trash can Overturned on trash day. Which side, my husband asks me, And he is looking at our bed, … Continue reading

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Scope

When I talk about the night raids, My husband’s face closes like a door, Because I am asking how, how it works, But I should know better, Because this is war, And there are things he cannot say. What I … Continue reading

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