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I found you,

you were kneeling,

praying by the edge

of the bed,

your face pulled into

a grimance;

you didn’t want to do it,

though something pulled you to it

and left you there-

a weeping baby,

crying to be fed;

I picked you up,

cradled you

and waited for the

heavens to close. 

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