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Am I beautiful?
Your daughter asks.
Her birthday was two days ago,
Six candles on top of
Sugary pink frosting.
She grinned then, with
The sun in her eyes,
Because nothing else mattered,
......
The burn kills the shame.
I cry as the guilt pours out,
Until the numbness heals the ache
And the anger is satisfied.
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