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We are tiptoeing around each other
quietly: I know the reason for my
mother’s slouched shoulders and 
why my father tells me to pray the
rosary before going to bed (I forget
to, but when he asks I say ‘not yet’)

you are living with a child—though
she resembles a young adult—but
still a child how she clings to the
covers before sunrise and her timid
nature. you must have pitied her
when she cried over phantom
bruises you could not see on her

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  4. pattiocleavis said: This is beautiful and something I understand all too well, A. xx
  5. returnpoint said: the second paragraph is pure perfection :)
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