BLUE SAND

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Submitted Date 07/31/2019
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My nausea has returned

 

But there are still litter boxes to clean

 

Mouths to feed

 

And dishes that need washing

I quite love the drudgery

 

I am thankful

It softens the noise

 

For the Angel is sobbing

 

And nothing can quiet her

So she sits in a sea of blue sand

 

Cradling her heart

 

Mindful of the bleeding stitches

And nothing can quiet her







 

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