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Jun 2012
I don't understand,
you tucking me in the night
the pain in my head made me go blind

I felt you holding me for hours

I don't understand,
you shivering in your skin after
melting into my bones,
social science in front of the flickering TV

filling the silence with our tongues

I don't understand,
the wanting and repulsive nature of anger,
how you taped your name to my door in quiet defiance and
never looked back

Turn around, ******* it.
Hannah Anderson
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   M P Hill
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