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Is that why (a poem by a shy friend; please be gentle)
Is that why?
I bled
for so many years with the pain reminiscent of childbirth
and cried with longing and loss
the empty hollow and the useless womb
Is that why
I ached
and found each day weighed heavier than the last
and my body dried and drained
and my world shrank to a parody
Is that why
I killed
Tiny webbed fingers a hea...
Tuesday 15th February 2011 8:57 am
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