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May 2017
She resemble my mom
and gave all comfort
But
a thin line
separates
she says, I have more
Priorities before you
that hurts
an understanding
is that priority reserved
for her children's
Now
I move slowly
inside me
Knowing this hurt is permanent..
JP
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JP  INDIA
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