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I've clothe a thousand sins of their in love. Have carried the sting for years, a thousands fold each time I relive those memories.
Your questions begs for a painless reason. My answers arrives as thorny agonies.
Should I apprise more than you ask for?
Or leave some bottled up in this childish laughter...
The reply to your 'why?' is a child's suffering, innocence lost and of a life undone....
The reply to your 'how? ' was a breach of trust, one where the preserver inflicts the trauma...
And if you wanted me to give name to your 'who?', I could never. Cause it's not just their sins I bathe and clothe in love, it's their children too.
© sophie nam
Your questions begs for a painless reason. My answers arrives as thorny agonies.
Should I apprise more than you ask for?
Or leave some bottled up in this childish laughter...
The reply to your 'why?' is a child's suffering, innocence lost and of a life undone....
The reply to your 'how? ' was a breach of trust, one where the preserver inflicts the trauma...
And if you wanted me to give name to your 'who?', I could never. Cause it's not just their sins I bathe and clothe in love, it's their children too.
© sophie nam
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