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The World Between the Words
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Watching my sister
Scrape at the skin on her arms
Until it bleeds
Peeling it back
Getting it stuck under her fingernails
Hear grandma's words
Going round inside my head
"I blame her father"
When the dove finds a safe place
To rest for the night
We don't wonder
At the wonder
But it's real, nonetheless
Baby girl went off
On her own
In the night
Never to be seen again
 
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