On A Dog Hit By A Car
On A Dog Hit By A Car poetry stories
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You wash up the blood first from your hands, from the blankets, from inside the car; but when you leave her at last and commit her living to memory, something is forever stained and nothing is as it was — not the date, not the spot on the road, and not the chair in the living room where she slept in the evening with the three-year-old.
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On A Dog Hit By A Car

by the-ravens-song

You wash up the blood first from your hands, from the blankets, from inside the car; but when you leave her at last and commit her living to memory,

something is forever stained and nothing is as it was — not the date, not the spot on the road, and not the chair in the living room where she slept in the evening with the three-year-old.

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