Poem/Hidden lecture I wrote for my baby girl Lyss
nineeeteen:

There is a golden lane

That stands apart

A screaming cane

With hinges broken

Altered frames

That breaks a heart

Thoughts ignore sense

Yearning to restart

Muscles grow tense

She regrets the unspoken

But we’re all not really sure

When we lost our token

And she asks herself when things…

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