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Jun 21
she was born a half formed thing
holes in her soul
not enough effort left over
to raise her better
in her gasping wet breaths
she tried to be smaller
but only swallowed more
becoming lovers with her failure
missing the eyes and ears to know
she reached for an absent future
only learning later
she was made in the perfect shape
of their shame
Marie
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Marie  120/F/the bottom of a lost lake
(120/F/the bottom of a lost lake)   
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