Posted on August 11, 2015
by Helena Toto
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She took you away. To fill her head and I held you close. You’re crying. And I’m dying and I don’t have any more to give. Except my life for you. So remember that day when the sky turned golden and the earth spilled… Continue Reading “Witness”
Category: birth, child, death, life, memory, Poetry, traumaTags: Birth, child, death, life, memory, Poetry, trauma
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