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Flora Lister
I still get flashbacks. The insecure teen With a broken heart And a hospital bracelet. Lending a clean shirt. It had been washed and folded By his broken-hearted mother. The stacks of coloring sheets In the corner of a barren room, Our makeshift “Museum” of who Had once been enclosed in these same walls. The walls a pregant teenager banged her head in hopes To get the