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paws crossed over like you just want

to say something but i weep you 



as if salt halts both the slug and passage of time

i sit on a bed in a cabin on a hill in the mountains of north carolina in a prayer


in the dim light i am haunted by

the shadows of all that i lost


i am sorry i did not hold you when i could

how i let the pain of pain break the joy of joy


how we are sisters borne across breed — giving and given

i sleep with my arms cradled to hold your golden form one last time


what is lost is always felt and never forgotten, as i give to you and you to me

all that we were never given — innocence, childlove, and warmth.

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