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Feb 2015
boiling drops of water stream down my back
as I stand with my head held low
and my heart held high.

my fragile tears
put on mute
due to the lines of water
pouring out the shower head
onto my tattered, pink flesh.
sadness comes from nowhere known.
Hannah Mary
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Hannah Mary  Australia
(Australia)   
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