the kitchen, sometimes called a mothers shackles, this poem is delicious with wit, but filled with soberness, the last two lines I don't know whether to smile or frown, is she trapped in a pattern of degradation? sad but beautiful.
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the kitchen, sometimes called a mothers shackles, this poem is delicious with wit, but filled with soberness, the last two lines I don't know whether to smile or frown, is she trapped in a pattern of degradation? sad but beautiful.
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