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  Oct 2021 WordPlay
trauma is not
a beautiful thing
i'm not a bird
with broken wings
not a sick puppy
for you to save
not a white daisy
growing over a grave
i'm rotten inside
down to my core
grabbing handfuls
of guts and gore
pushing it back
under my skin
so you will not see
the condition i'm in
  Oct 2021 WordPlay
Were the human embodiment
Of all my fears:
The manifestation
Of all my monsters.
If you came knocking
I’d open the closet-
Pull up the bedcovers-
Turn back to the dark mirror-
And invite you back in.
  Oct 2021 WordPlay
Diya soni
She was a child that was forced to grow up
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