i am my mother
on hands knees
i use my body
as machine
smooth polish
into wood
jarrah gleams
blood stain red
narcissus searches
for reflection
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Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
send me an email, I'll tell you what I think about this one... jj
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