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Kelsey Sorge<\/h1>\n

The Lonely<\/span><\/h2>\n

When The Lonely grew too large,
\nshe locked it in the closet and fed it
\nloose buttons and wads of hair<\/p>\n

raked from her hairbrush,
\nwrapped it safe and sound in the arms
\nof her grandmother’s old sweater<\/p>\n

so that at night, when it thought
\nshe was sleeping, it would sing
\nits tender song, the one where<\/p>\n

she didn’t know the language
\nbut the tune felt so familiar.<\/p>\n

Kelsey Sorge <\/strong><\/span>once dreamed an entire novel and woke up unable to remember a word<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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