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my condolences

you will never understand me
the pain I feel

tears drip from a small baby eye as she looked on, too premature to understand

backs clashing against the ugly beige colored walls at the bottom of the stairs I rolled down & the brains turned to mush during half past noon

your arms are folded together with each other like your hands around the woman that made you who you are

she has witnessed the death of a love too toxic to encounter & a life too good to live

ive unlocked the pain in a matter of a second for the child i swore i loved

another lie embraces the darkened matter of your skin

the end of the little black girl hiding under the bed, murder she relives.

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