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still breathing as the ambulance arrived.
mind, once riddled with thought,
waned faintly and then all at once,
but not before registering the touch of a human hand.
awoke to the crashing of the waves
though there was no ocean nearby,
only the ebb and flow of nations at the rendezvous of victory.
Michelle Marie is author of countless protest letters archived at americanlemon.blogspot.com and a weird piece called "Fucking" in Bluestockings Magazine Issue 4.