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Roulette, poem by M.S. Lyle

You move around the house, a cord attached to that spot on your back that no mat­ter how hard you try to reach, you can­not reach. At the oth­er end, the cham­ber. And you are so small; you heard the doc­tor say … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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