This slip of injustice mixes with the beauty and the brow-beat and broken. The noises of the taken purify those left behind. Eloquent words written with a touch of poison thicken the sin and the words as they fall off the page and become left behind. Feelings and emotions swirl. Stuck in a room with no way out but a broken glass window and a door past the ghosts. Those ghosts of the past forever stinging no way out but up and over. Do you have the energy to make it the hope to strengthen. Or will it slide on by.
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