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Aug 2016
Nobody moved,
The world at its stand still,
As the girl who watches,
Her own mother lowered to the ground,
She no longer can remember her face,
All she remembers is what she found, A cold,
Lifeless,
Pale skinned,
Bruised and beaten,
Black and blue,
Red and white,
Were all the colors in the room, Nobody moved than either,
As the first tear falls,
Revenge,
And anger,
Take its toll,
She crumpled to the floor,
Not even a goodbye,
She can no longer make it right,
Can’t turn back the clock,
As much as she wishes,
Time has been forbidden,
Nobody catches her,
The world at its stand still,
She doesn’t want to remember.
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