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The Dybbuk
Poems
Apr 2019
Barlow
I am the words of scorn on a child's lips,
for a sleepy, fetid home.
I am ingratitude, and spilt milk.
I am the frozen boxer, the burnt lightbulb.
I am the sickly mirror,
who peers into an illusion of identity.
I am pain, and nerve.
I am the one who waits.
#life
#highschool
#teenage
#growth
#change
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