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Thank You for Your Time

I’m going to 
tell you something. 
Even though
I know
your pity 
will just spore, 
like Huns of the night,
into my world.

I will be
your broken bird

on the sidewalk.

If,  at the end of a long day, 
when you coo 
perfumed nonsense 
around my wound, 
it clouds me 
in something 
that almost resembles
a mother’s 
warm touch.

Thank you 
for taking the time.

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Date: 5/15/2025 9:54:00 AM
I’m going to tell you…we lean in…broken bird, end of a long day, almost resembles warm touch and oh that final stanza! Well done and congrats on second place, Delaney!
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Date: 5/14/2025 11:51:00 PM
Congratulations Delaney on your second place win in my contest, The Duality of Motherhood. Your poem offers a stark contrast, delivering oscillation through restraint and emotional distance. The brevity of lines mirrors the fractured relationship—maternal warmth is implied but never fully felt, making the absence its own oscillation. Thank you for supporting my contest.
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