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Jul 2019
Black tears flow in the gully alongside her lost voice.
She stoops under the remains of her rooted tree.
No longer sheltered, green anti-gravity takes her.
Her black tears turn painfully red as her cheeks are hit by lead raindrops.
Like the lead, her heart was too heavy to lift; so it lay stationary and vulnerable in the dirt.
nja
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