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The Mother of All – an intimate metaphor* by L J Frank

Human rubble in scattered piles a stretched cord twisted on the ground an empty bloody womb lies formless a small arm alone on the soil like a beggar seeking alms nearby a human baby’s head is turned she stares blankly towards the missing limb, is it but another wag the dog’s “tale” from a collage of […]

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