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Oct 21
Mom
A voice telling me to hold it tight,
In a sound of words that split the night.
Emotions rise, part of the scar,
An image... like a falling star.
Even when no one comes, I know,
It will be like Mum's.
winnie the poem
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winnie the poem  27/M/Belgium
(27/M/Belgium)   
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