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Mother (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos You made me out of
Wood and dirt, air and fire
Then turned me into
An endangered tiger
And as Oedipus and
Achilles, both will agree
You sucked the soul
Through the heart of me.
And somehow, now, it makes perfect sense
Letting go of my future, in the past tense.
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