Broken Fence
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Sheena Blackhall
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My son soared through the broken fence of living
Before his time, a black balloon
Flying too high to the sun
Each night I rehearse my death
In the halls of sleep
Each night I feel the cords of living
Slacken, tugging, anxious to be off
To join the invisible ones in the loft of the sky
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