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Seperate Flights
larrylark

Mother had so many names for me.
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Unspoken they were always there.
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When scathing I got the look,
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that pinned me back inside my chair.
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Before she spoke I always knew I’d erred.
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We never compared our lists
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and paper planes that flew through kitchen vapours
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would miss, land far apart, both then and later.
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29 Jul 18

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