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past life inheritance – breaking old social structures

for as long as i can remember

the children cried
the pots
seared
and the tea
boiled
for as long as i can remember
the breeze was outside
while the smoke was in
i’d swat
at the flies
i’d ruffle the bed
i’d wait
i’d cry
while the children
slept, i’d pause
again for the hour
to pass, for the clock
to stop making me
its little hand.
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