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The Wages of Grief

May 4, 2018
The wages grief takes are strange and unexpected. My skin is blotched, my sleep restless. I burn from dreams of memories, and memories unmade, sleep gifts no rest, and is a hurdle among many at which I falter,  day by day. My face hangs like curtains off the rail, my eyes sinkholes and my stomach...
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