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Footnote: Maxie
We were children, then,
all less than ten years old. You
were four. We could not
know your dark bruises were not
accidents, but parental.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
We were children, then,
all less than ten years old. You
were four. We could not
know your dark bruises were not
accidents, but parental.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
The voiceless child...'be
The voiceless child...'be seen and not heard'....some things too dangerous to be spoken.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks
Thanks for the comment. And I corrected the stupid typo in the poem as well.
Starward