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They will not love you like you want.

I remember a very particular moment when I could see my mother as beautiful as she could be,

Telling me sweet words, like    don’t speak. 

As she is thrown towards the wall and falls on her feet,

I remember a very beautiful moment, when I could see,

My mother making  up for all the pain she caused me,

Telling me to stand up right,

Her feet shaking in the light, unbeknownst to her

My pain as dark as the night,

Like my mother,

I see my skin, peeling beyond,  the words

and the WORLDS we keep within,

History is written on empty walls,

We inherit but we do not recall,

I remember a very particular moment when I could see my mother as beautiful as she could be,

What we were once before.

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