Upon the mantle A candle burns Prayers are heard Mourning visits Pressing a letter To her chest The look of grief Is not a role play Dripping tears fall Crumpled and wet The paper softens Ink running and Words disappearing But never forgotten Whimpering outward Releasing a rawness Sorrow stinging Primal fear erupts Two children …
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