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Jan 2019
One name,
One word,
Two syllables,
Is all it takes for everything to come rushing back.
To remember his calloused hands roaming my young body.
To remember his fingers penetrating my skin.
To feel his sharp nails dig into my bony arm.

One name,
One word,
Two syllables,
Is all it takes to make me feel so weak.
Elizabeth Herzog
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Elizabeth Herzog  15/F
(15/F)   
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