CIIPHER • N°19

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When she adrift her gift… for nothing
She is convinced and lifted as a dream
In smoulder, no overcome she will find
First her mother and almost her mind

Later, to a friend, she puts on weight
Her father left after, as did the rafter
Her home became scattered in a pile
All alone, she could not sleep awhile

By her bruises, she is too used to lose
As to guess is no; and yes is to choose
For her unhurt is necessary to blame
In contrary, each pain hurt the same

© RICARDO SEXTON

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