Mama

through her eyes her pain reflects onto me her untold lost dreams that were never given life through her face a blank canvas fixed in another planet struggling to confront her decisions through her voice my voice illuminates singing her songs of things lost in the past stories that shatter the glass breaking the surface against the rubble she quakes in fear to tell the truth but how can she be this mute?

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