/ i see my neighbour jenn
bent over
her 2 young children
play ing in the sand box
ah / eternal position of the woman /
bent over
it's no wonder we grow old with curved spines
broken backs
spent years / bent over children
bent under lovers / /
& i wonder why
my soul begs / break
free from this shell of
life / /
/
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yes
i feel that/ bent
over years
like stalks of dying wheat
left to seed
vg
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