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Dec 2020
I do not need to be wanted.
I
will birth babies,
make paintings,
I will cook and feed.
I am the sun,
living things flock to my sides.
I am a mother to the young,
I am an admiring sister to the beautiful,
I am a friend and lover of the distraught, of the hurt,
I am a child of education and curiosity,
I bloom
I dream
I ****
I consume
I dress
and I undress
until the days cease
and no breath draws from my lungs.
I am playmates with the moon...and you have permission to reject me,
because I am only in pursuit of the one
which can handle all I handle,
and love all I love.
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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