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Jun 2014
She
She
He
But the correct answer is we.

She
She
No, that's wrong, the winds scream.

He
He
Isn't what was intended.

Yet this is what's real.

Voices tremble behind closed lips.
A door locked and the key swallowed.
For her and her,
Me and you.

But you remain indifferent.
Unchanged and stony silent.
That is what the world says is good.

He
She.
Sarina K Cassell
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