What a poem. A chilling and fascinating image
Terrie
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> grey child in a jar
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> suspended
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> in liquid
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> eyes
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> unopened
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> tiny fists
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> grasp nothing
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> umbilical cord
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> cut
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> and disconnected
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> a scholar
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> gave you a string
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> of black seed beads
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> you wear them still
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> christina fletcher >>
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