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Betsy Walsh's avatar

“And my gift is forgetting

the phlebotomist’s name

that I once knew, by heart”

I remember that day. It was scary, the letting go, but it meant that it didn’t matter so much anymore

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Rebecca Loudon's avatar

Oh god these poems just punched the air out of me thank you Elizabeth for introducing me. Remarkable.

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