December 6, 2011
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Sorrow is dark violet
It smells like dying roses
It taste like bitter, hopeless defeat

It sounds like violins

It feels like the stabbing of knives to your heart

It looks like my grieving sister

Sorrow is watching your dad fade away in God’s hands.

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