A child's face always cold lines deep everywhere sitting with us all upright in her chair still and quite alone mouthing on a single pain words that only she can hear what will not be shared wounds mortal deep. Head begins its to and fro her body follows on small sister plays across the room beneath her endless stare each day another hell how old has she been when, mother, daughters start at the grating of the door daddy's home again.
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