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Aug 2013
she was a tiny little thing
soft thin lips
pale eyes that cut through
my ******* facades
recognizing me inside
because I looked just like her.
the baby with brewing thoughts
mothered everyone else
because she didn't know
how to take care of herself.
Written by
Amelia Jo Anne  Canada
(Canada)   
275
   Kay Reed
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