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Feb 2016
why
i want to grab your face
and hold it
so you look closely,
and uncomfortably
into my eyes

can you please tell me

why you think
and take every chance
to vocalize

i am less than what i actually am?
i cannot grasp why a mother continues to berate
when the seed has been planted so many years before
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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