the body will fail,
no doubt,
the blur will come.
the colors
fading,
the voice retreating into
murmurs.
bones will
break, as memory
cheats us
of what was,
but inside is still
the child
your mother gave birth
to.
that will never end.
no doubt.
Saturday, January 25, 2020
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