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May 2013
He says
My sister’s beauty
Doesn’t matter anymore
After the accident.
That I’m the
Pretty one now.
He says
Don’t move.
I like looking at you now.
The next time he chokes
From eating too fast
I won’t move.
Written by
Pamela Rose  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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