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there was thismoment when we locked eyesmy arm bracedaround the doe’s limp neckand we lifted her togetherto spill blood and gutson the patioi felt my insides shiftwith herssomething changedeverything changedi told you this beforeyou went back to sleepsayin oh honey baby oh honey girlwhat to do what to do excepthold you again there is aContinue reading “dear blood, or: thoughts while listening to you snore”