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And the swallowing blackness
from which I drag my soul
is now clutching for my children
and I see them disappear
and I see their faces
the faces they hide behind as they knock on the doors,
and memorize those words.
Good news of terror and death and hate.
And I dare not lose their stares as they sink
for it is the last hold
And if blink, they will be gone
and they will forget I exist
and who they are.
So I look in those faces
and open my heart to send the love they felt
when they lived under my heart.
and hope they never forget.