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May 2020
The women in my family have worn
their grief like pearls,
tears that fallen down to their ears
hanging daintily,
shimmering powder blue,
passed down from mother to mother,
a generational heirloom.
Written by
aimee  22/F/texas
(22/F/texas)   
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