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teen poem

i loathed you
in halls of sleep you wandered by
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
were it not for that singular smell
be not angry with me
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
world that changes under my hand
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
the sun is up
beside a stricken field
i am a woman

 



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