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Violated: my home
Robbed of its heart
Voided of its soul
That once lovingly collected, collated now just material
Stuff
Lies cloaked, shrouded in pained memory
Years of images
Unable to comfort the present
Where optimism lived now quiet dullness resides
Brightened by continuous arrival of those living, breathingg
replicass of you.
Copyright © Heather Butler | Year Posted 2019
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