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3d
My favorite animal is my mother
When her teeth are red with blood
Her shoulders wary and unrelenting
Her eyes heavy stare
Frightened, assessing, confused and aware
Resolved hot and cold
Her hands both ready to catch and hold
Lungs ready to exhale -
To sing or scream or something more
Pacing the cage of the livingroom floor
MsAmendable
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MsAmendable  24/F/British Colombia, Canada
(24/F/British Colombia, Canada)   
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