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A Gift

Grief, wrapped tight and strung

With bow and gift tag for me

Shaken, turned on its side

Beckoning, taunting

Tape released, paper folded back

Contents- me- explored

Me. But only part. Not all

A gift, this grief, that I own

Mine

Not

I’m beginning to see

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