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The Guilt that Haunts Me, a Tanka Poem

When you raised your hand,
sent it crashing into me,
that very first time –
I lost my mother that day –
You are the guilt that haunts me.

First draft 1/2/14
Inspired by the DP challenge: “The Guilt that Haunts Me,” it’s very dark, I’ve considered not posting it, but then I did, so.

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