A moment of that child’s voice
tattoos a grief
permanent without ears to hear
my fear of hating humanity
inches nearer
while my loves try not to fade
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 6:56 PM UTC
A moment of that child’s voice
tattoos a grief
permanent without ears to hear
my fear of hating humanity
inches nearer
while my loves try not to fade
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