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What Possessed Me To Google A 90’s Article Of My Brother’s Death?

Remembrance’s fingerpicks tickle strings, of a Freudian headache,
warm at first. In maternal skies,

pajamas’ expanse breathes freely on Saturday
when cartoonish riots of mutants marvel a child.

Then midnight is breastfeeding a prehistoric moon’s first day of high school…