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Jun 2020
Empty nest of twigs broken
against arms holding,
reaching, straining to take back
the damaged days burnt under
a sunlight.
the beginnings of a collection of poems on the phases of motherhood
LJW
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LJW  52/F/Baltimore
(52/F/Baltimore)   
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