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Nov 2017
He watches as
I ache, listens to
the sound of bones
splintering at his
feet, and falls
into stillness
once more.

There is no
presence near
enough to hold me,
and I am clinging
to empty pages,
begging to
be heard.

writing at god
Kathryn Paige
Written by
Kathryn Paige
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