I was cast into the ground, once open, foul and wet
A place no longer needed, my soul no longer met
You are the cause of my despair, and I have no hope
For I've life, but no longer of legacy, I stand
This violence you desire, the stain is not by my hand
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon
the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts." Charles Dickens
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the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts." Charles Dickens
Image from Pixabay, https://pixabay.com/users/stocksnap-894430/
