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Apr 2016
In boxes full of nothing
A child learns to compose a ***** word.
While a woman
trapped, strapped, married to a bed
watches a drenched, shaken, homeless bird;
crying herself hoarse, until her heart begins to chafe.
The woman gets up, slaps the child, then takes him into her arms
The boxes full of nothing, she says to him, are strong but safe.
.......no children shall be seen and heard, and women, shall only be recognized by tinkling bells of their anklets.' the man proclaimed.
Freddie Meer
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Freddie Meer
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   Ryan Clark
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