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  • Blood, on tasting your own

    Blood, on tasting your own

    Amazing how pain can distort and color the lenses with which you see life. Over the past few weeks I’ve grown more and more combative, fearful, irrational, in my dealings with Roxanne. It seems to be becoming something palpable. It seems to be a shape, a something I can almost feel and taste in me.…