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Aug 2020
I see the rainbow I said,
how far away it is I am unsure.
Locked in that room is a constant twilight.

Many souls come and go, laid out infront of my own, very little conversation.
One by one they pass through, like ships in the night.
Faces i will only see once in my life.

She holds her own, her intentions i am unsure.
Her absence gives me relief.
Hands tied behind our backs.
We kneel, always forgiving.

The flock still runs for the hills.
We cower as we cry.
Water she said, I need water.
Broken hands.
Crippled feet.
Close your mouth, she said.
This little flock will never speak.
Rebecca Jones
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Rebecca Jones  25/F/UK
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