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Dec 2016
Our dining room table
was too fragile to handle
the force of your fists
you slammed
them down in anger

You shook as you asked
what the **** is wrong with you
I couldn't answer
I didn't know
h.w.
hannah way
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hannah way  22/F/NV
(22/F/NV)   
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