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What are these glass shards upon the floor?
Every one of them reflects my pain
The pain from when he slammed that door
And claimed I was insane
It's true my mind is not so good these days
But it's caused by his incessant denigration
He rudely calls them "Your Female Ways"
And says my stupidity is without cessation.
| Contributors: | Francine, Nym, Karin, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |