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Mother's Lament

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Wasted wilted fruit of my womb
violated and molested.
Years of heat in Summer's June
my very existance contested.

By those who "loved" and took and beat
and those arounnd me silent
to take and sweet me off my feet
to marriage so lovely violent

And bore this child, this friut of my womb
violated and molested
In the dreay spring's jet black bloom
whoe memories now digested.




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