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Some Pains

Blame not a blood for flower's death For surely, it was not his fault Death can't be swept away like dust It comes to all in dawn or dusk Don't blame a son for mother's death For no one holds a life in hand For you don't know what pain one has Some pains are better left to death *For my relatives who are perfect* March 3, 2024, PST, CC, BC

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