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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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