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The Secret (Free verse) by ecargo

How it lies, heavy in my belly and breast: no pearl, but a stone, no open hand, but a fist, mine to carry, mine alone, to bury with the rest.

Ranger 19-Sep-06/7:50 AM
This is a miscarriage poem, right? You've got an odd timing in here - I can make most of it fit, but the first line throws it somewhat. With a slow reading it fits, but I found it still a little awkward.

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