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Upon a Dead Child

Posted on November 28, 2011 by Nina

As if Sleeping, a child lies quietly, curled into a ball not dissimilar to the cat in the corner I watch the child for a single solitary sign of life within the child’s unmoving tiny breast Golden blonde hair matted … Continue reading →

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