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Grief arrives one morning,

Quietly sitting outside

as you draw the curtains,

hunched over in the rain.


She walked around all week,

Unnoticed, eyes to the stony ground,

The letter in her pocket will turn 

the corners of your mouth down.


Bring her in, she's trembling to her core. 





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