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Oct 2020
she pours turpentine on
her favorite dresses
and wine on new carpet

she rips holes in her sheets
kicks the walls
and throws food at the windows

all control is hers
as she puts her fears in check

tired of being a little thing
she's going to be a giant
the world will hear and know her

she will not be used again
Joe Workman
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Joe Workman  37/M
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