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The trees
Tremble
In the wind

With the passion
Of a thousand
Lives

& I cry

Tears of agony ~

From the abuse
Of all these
Lives
Within a life.

& I tremble
With the trees.

As though
My very

~ Soul ~

Has been raped.

And the
Shame

Falls on me

Like the curtain
Of a bad opera.

I lie down
On the floor

In the fetal
Position

& Cry myself

To sleep.



Copyright 2018 by Midnight Sunne


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