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CoddleFrankie McMillanMornings we swallowed padded corsets with rubber buttons chairs to sun our limbs, none reverse our days, and though we sloughed away the thoughts the bellows of the iron lung, blew in gusts through rafters the rattle of breakfast opened our throats to the sea
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