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A Littered Mind

I sit stroking a handmade bookmark
From an old friend
Dangling over a page of a poetry
From my husband
Wrapped up in a blanket
From his father

And for the life of me
I cannot stop circling
this ill fitting loneliness
Ancient, itchy, incessant
Littering this perfect moment
With crumpled bits of hurt
From my sister

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