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acacia
Poems
Sep 2020
big brother holds my hands above me, twirling me in the spaces of him
to bang against his chest like a door
rain streams down my cheeks evermore
his eyes turn gray for a storm
fixed woman, thereβs no way to get through to me
holds me guarded, he moves me like a puppet
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