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Apr 2018
Who would take
a woman's child-fears
and so carelessly
rekindle them?
Surely only one
as powerless as those smiling pigtails,
one who has never learned
what it is to be human.
How I pity you
every time
the wind plays with my hair.
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   neth jones
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