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Mar 2023
They opened my head and peered inside.
    They found bric-a-brac at a yard sale.
    Junk no one wants anymore. Best offer.
    A fragile broken dream of crystal for
    you. Parent's screams in a lovely bottle
    of cheap perfume used only by virgins.
    Blanket upon which our love was consumed
    and our baby was conceived and we had the
    ****** of a lifetime. So long ago when
    I was in your heart and you in mine.
    Jars of catholic guilt. Gramps broke
    my world in a snow globe for pennies.
    The whole **** mess is yours. Please
    don't lock me up in a rubber room. I
    was such a lovely child running in
    tall grass in summer's green youth.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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