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564 · Oct 2015
Pencils and Paper
One, Two, Three

Each stroke makes out another word,

I

am

sorry,

Hands shaking from every motion

Like an earthquake

Moves her hand

But

I

can't

She cries,

Tears staining her pages

take

any

more

Her eyes pray

That God himself will show mercy.

— The End —