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May 2013
Seventeen
still a baby girl in the eyes of my mother
who remembers my blue eyes fresh and wild

I look more wild now
hair shaved off with one streak leaping across
eyebrows always lifted
like an ***, really

To tell the truth, though
I have become meek
and she knows it.
Christine Eglantine
Written by
Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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