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The glove is small enough for a child. The hand that claims it is not.
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A child’s glove is claimed by a hand that no longer fits it, in a four-line poem about ownership, time and an unresolved return.
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The glove is small enough for a child. The hand that claims it is not.
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A quiet domestic poem about waiting, absence, and making one small room visible without pretending anyone is coming through.
A delicate poem of bandaging and shared care, where gauze, blood, roses, and two hands make repair without naming the wound.
When the central figure disappears, the field retains a pressure that changes the speaker's idea of absence.
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