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Jul 2010
to the woman
******* on an unpeeled mango
like a woman's ****:
you squeeze out the fruit's juices
like a child
drains it's mother of her milk
until she is empty, a shell
of her former self.
you look at her, your
sleeping daughter and wonder
where your own mother is.
Written by
stokes
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