Tearfall

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Black Poetry

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There is no way to measure

the water volume for all the hatred

and deaths. Never to forgive.

Ever.

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The body of a beloved, a friend,

a brother, a niece heading for

the ground instead of to school

or work is the cause.

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It never fades, the intensity

of the agony. The scars continue

to bleed for lifetimes. Not

a part of most meals once,

now standard fare at the table.

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Not pushing the issue more

than it deserves but there are

too many tears around here.

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allets

08-21-19

150p

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everyday! - slc

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