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Mar 2014
I was demanded
Not considered
ambiguous to the fact
That I could possibly stop
The purple bruises
That were turning green
The tear in my right eye
A knife in my left hand
this situation lingered
In my thoughts
When plastic forks were broke
When pushed a bit too hard
Amelia
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