By Ashely Diaz—
Fogged car windows from rain
Toddler hands carving letters
Parents wiping out yesterday.
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See AllBy: Arianne Bakelmun GET ouT of my womb I did not create you. Clawing your way into my warmth Shattering my ribs with the cavernous expanse of emptiness Both our heads bowed, shoulders curling into a
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