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Kübler-Ross
Grieving the need
for a home
that will never know
dying, I travel
from door
to the floor,
on my knees
imploring
and sighing; I
turn away crying.
◊
◊
Kübler-Ross
Grieving the need
for a home
that will never know
dying, I travel
from door
to the floor,
on my knees
imploring
and sighing; I
turn away crying.
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