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Jun 2016
there were tears,
many, they
flowed regularly
porcelain bowls
down drains
I'd hoped
would separate
the pain, cleanse
them, make them
water again,
free to roam
their own in salt
lake streams, banks
bursting at
the seams with
ripe green,
so different to here
where all they've
ever known was
fear, housed behind
eyes, between ears,
counting each
shallow breath
like they were
their death.
Written by
katie  Liverpool
     Akemi, ---, ---, ---, the Sandman and 24 others
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