Generations
He walked her
out of the door
he knew what he was doing
he lived the same before
in the streets the cry
of a broken soul
laying down half dead
and alone.
The unconsciousness
of many lives
generations and generations
of many lies
trying to hide an elephant
trying to be blind
to the pain we all carried
inside.
Jessica
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