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Nov
Nov
By Gwynette Smith
Vendor
The pain was a crushing shock
Scary to my body and head
Light
Noise
Then dark
What will it be?
What is wanted?
By whom?
By me?
The cold
The smell
The pain
Doesn’t go away
God, no tears
Loss, no gain
The end?
The beginning?
Of what?
Nothing
Once again
