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Jiya

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Friday, May 11, 2018

After

My breasts were two, but now just one,
I thought I might despair, but no,
Lopsided and lovely like a pun,
I look upon myself and glow.

I will not wake and be the same,
but am thrilled to be and thrive,
my hair is short, God made her claim,
most essential, I am alive.

Posted by Jiya at 7:50 PM

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