you can always bleed a little more.
She didn't sob or wail. Her grief was horribly discreet /
but as persistent and almost a silent as bleeding
from an unstitched wound.NOTES FROM AN EXHIBITION / PATRICK GALE
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﹙ chapter nineteen, act two ﹚
mara cayden.
dovecote gardens, the capitol.
july, 72 att.
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