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Dec 2013
I slammed poetry like a door
to hard...
and with it came regrets.
My mother yelled at me
given I had broken the glass
that he stepped in
that made him cry
that torn a bit from my heart
that made me guilty.....
and I am forever guilty
This doesn't even begin the sorry....
Marly Louise
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Marly Louise
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