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Throats

May 31, 2016
By Anonymous

Here we pray

so hear our prayer 

we're an infinite tangle of black and white 

a single neverending rope of despair

we cry we die we pray all day

until we hear your voice

                     in our own throats


The author's comments:

I wrote this short poem at my mother's burial.


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