This is the world we wanted.
All who would have seen us dead
are dead. I hear the witch's cry
break in the moonlight through a sheet
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I have lived with the after effects of trauma and this poem captures the feelings of loneliness and confusion that persist. The echoes of woundedness persist in the bright light of day and in the happy ever-after world. Absolutely lovely and right on the mark.
This peom was wonderfull to reed. Cnat wait for the sequil.
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