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*She's gone
And all the years
of holding in
Of denying my truth
in order to protect her
from-
the truth ..
Of the horrors that she has done
Of the horrors
they both have done.
They are both gone now
No longer inhabitants
of this earth
No longer here
to bring the risk
of making little
what it was
that was not so very little
Even if they owned it
who could find the words?
There are not words
to describe the horrors
Are there left enough years
to make up for the ones
the locusts have eaten?
There are no words
to ever be able to describe
just how much
the locusts have eaten*
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Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 8:43 AM UTC
#
*She's gone
And all the years
of holding in
Of denying my truth
in order to protect her
from-
the truth ..
Of the horrors that she has done
Of the horrors
they both have done.
They are both gone now
No longer inhabitants
of this earth
No longer here
to bring the risk
of making little
what it was
that was not so very little
Even if they owned it
who could find the words?
There are not words
to describe the horrors
Are there left enough years
to make up for the ones
the locusts have eaten?
There are no words
to ever be able to describe
just how much
the locusts have eaten*
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