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My Gift Keeps on Giving – by Feathers Scott

BY FEATHERS SCOTT

Sometimes when i’m asleep i hear whispers.

ghosts of all the men i let decimate my sanctuary

thinking they came to worship.

the men who came with flowers,

fragrances and exquisite offerings

who left with my sobriety.

many pieces of me are

somewhere in the world

being given as bounty to other women

expecting to be loved as i did.

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