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the glistening dew upon

the petals of a rose,

and the

mourning sun

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the caustic yet subtle pungency

of sandalwood twirling past my nares

and 

the forest leaves underfoot

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a newborn baby's wail

and walls

and walls

of silence

layers

and layers

of denial

and

shame inflicted

love constricted

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tightly wound 

to cover the 

pain of the past

ironically

making it last

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now,

here

i

sit

with dimestore favorites in an old shoebox

my kept treasures

after your funeral

and memories that you left

it feels so senseless

bereft

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your burning passion

LOVE

LOVE

love of country

that was

that gaping bore,

carved into the very core of your soul...

...from war

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the depth of compassion in the heart

of a nine year old

waking in the night 

to the sound of

weeping

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sneaking down the stairs

peering through the railing

the clenched fists pressed tightly to eyes

desperation overflowing

overwhelming feelings 

of sorrow

of shame

of anger

of helplessness

*

torment

*

 teardrops

that brandished holes

upon my heart

to watch you

hide your turmoil

 in the darkness of the night

...alone

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and now

you are gone

.:-'*'-:. 

  you never knew...

I saw!

you never knew

I felt it too!

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