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Game

I thought we were playing a game
in a forest that day.
I ran as my mother chased me.

But she'd been stung by a bee.
Or bitten by a snake.
She shouted my name, which

even as a child I knew was not
"Stop. Please. I'm dying."
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Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: game
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