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I was patting your back,
a pressure like sunshine on your skin.
I meant to sap everything sharp,
everything that stung and oozed.
But my hands fumbled
and the illness spread
like a puddle through your bones.
I’ve tried to erase that moment,
but all I’ve managed to do
is scratch it in place.
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