To take death
Maggie Devers
Chin hairs, on my grandma when she died. My mother sick with regret. We are all exposed in death And she took it on The chin Hairs of my friend’s grandmother when she died. A decade later and half a world away And her mother’s similar despair. Why didn’t I warn her? How could I forget?
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