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Mar 2014
I once glowed.
my belly round
my smile wide

I was thrilled
with what could become
from the life I was given.

I once cried
my eyes red
my spirit broken

I was tortured
with what could become
from the life I was given.
she didn't make it.
elizabeth brotzman
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elizabeth brotzman
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