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May 2013
I feel like a child
being scolded
rebuked

The next like a woman
being praised
exhalted

With a single sentence
you can grab me by the throat

And with the next
release and make me moan

It is clear to me now
my power next to yours
is a feather in a knife fight

A wispy plight in the face of fright.
Nyssa Jacobsen
Written by
Nyssa Jacobsen  30/F/Plymouth, England
(30/F/Plymouth, England)   
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   Gary Muir
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