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Knowing the Dead
December 28, 2015 in grief, Mourning, non-fiction, Poem, Reflection | Tags: bloodshed, death, dying, grief, healing narrative, knowing, knowing the dead, Poem, Poetry, premonition, ways of knowing, wound, wounded | 1 comment
In a sleep, the wound wept its tears
Bloodshed
Seeped from itself without knowing
But I knew
I saw your death a million times before you did
But then you said
In a sleep, all around was death, death, dea th
You knew bloodshed
Wept for us both before I ever did
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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