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2011-07-22T23:58:41-07:00July 22nd, 2011|Musings on life|

Norway

My grief is dry
like a punch
my stomach burns
as though I have swallowed
some of his hate
how could one man
steal so much
my hands tremble
it is disorienting
to exist
today.

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