Open oceans cannot stop these tides Of grief, the trickle and splash of sorrow Over-spilling rivers, bursting through sides Of lakes with the constant ebb and flow, Deceived by the duplicity of a cancerous Two-faced moon. I believed that blood Was thicker but you turned hazardous And you broke the fragile bond of sisterhood. The […]
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