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Sep 2013
Be still, wailing child.
Your eyes patted down,
Spirit tender and mild.
Pressed to a surgical gown.

Iris bleached with light,
Be still in my sight.
****** mouth on my breast,
Unquellable appetite.

Be still, untouched page,
Do not strain to cry.
Cast to light on this stage,
Born and now stirring to die.
Edward Coles
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Edward Coles  26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand
(26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand)   
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