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After The Owl

Your death came

unveiled by an omen

on the wings of an owl

I knew you would

not survive outside of me

too many traumas

too much pain has a

way of devouring

tiny little breaths

if you are not ready to live

the hurt will just

eat

you

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ladyofirepoetry

55 / F / Seattle

Published: May 29, 2017
LinesWords: 1450

Notes: Miscarriages hurt the soul of everyone involved.
Tags: #miscarriage #baby

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