without sound
tight throated
last in the line
of women
no others
i mourn losses
you
them
gaps created
like deep chasms
i know a thing or two about sadness
without sound
tight throated
last in the line
of women
no others
i mourn losses
you
them
gaps created
like deep chasms
i know a thing or two about sadness
Indescribably raw and moving…..
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