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As she tore out Her purse lining
Baptized hanging threads with
Swollen liquid strands colliding

splashing fragmented Hazard signs
spinning dizzy from her glass
Kids stand in the doorway
Cry as they watch her wrestle
With the shell

Don’t cry says her mouth
It’s just the same outside
Dites pas rien she said
don’t tell, her
Eyes not focused pleading

Scared they laugh and
Run away to play
Make believe with
What they’ve seen.

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