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The Scars
You reach for me, in need...
Lonely, too, I begin to respond.
Cold memory answers: I am
Daughter/slave, born and raised.
Suddenly, I hear, deep within,
The sound of shattering glass:
A crystalline, needle-sharp cascade,
Sending an icy shudder
Through my frightened Psyche.
I freeze, and tremble helplessly,
Like a small, wounded creature.
Oh, no!! I'm not able!
I'm sorry! It isn't your fault...
Please forgive me.
A.K.Garrigus
July 4, 2005
(August 1982 - 1st draft)
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