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Jan 2018
I could suffer in this silence
For all of my life
Lay here, stripped of ego,
Free of unyielding context
Free to evolve and change
To allow the torment to shape and erode me
Until all that is left
Are bones.
Polly
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Polly  30/F/UK
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