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My Mum's Lover
A house,
a staircase
it was an accident
you hit me
with your words
it's my home I say
but you donβt care
you have come in
again
soon you will leave
but not me, her
I find my bedroom
solace and silence
the smallness of me
you have come again
I do not want you
you are not mine, hers
you smother me,
press me into bedsheets
you smell of bull swe...
Saturday 19th January 2019 12:18 pm
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