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Jun 2019
i remember the boy
who told me
"wow you look great,
you used to not have a neck"
his words sliced through my throat
like mirror glass
i could not let out a cry
but now i will
let out at roar
that will shake his cruelty
out of his bones.
Niesha Radovanic
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Niesha Radovanic
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