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Seperate Flights

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

29 Jul 18

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