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I am three days old by Alex Dixon


I am three days old. My mother looks lovingly into my brown eyes. “You’re beautiful.” She breathes. I feel too hot, where has my mummy gone? I can’t move, can’t cry. I am melting. My pebble eyes fall out and I am blind. Where has my mummy gone? I disappear.


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