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The Wilted Witch
Poems
May 17
Sorrows
Let the vultures pick our bones.
Let them grow too fat to fly away.
Let a quiet calm fill the air.
Let fade those things our distain might say.
Let me drown my sorrows so that I do not drown in them.
Leave each transmission unreceived.
Leave the roots to reclaim the soil.
Leave opinion and presumption
Where they have no soul to spoil.
Leave me to drown my sorrows so that I do not drown in them.
Allow some understanding for
Those you do not understand.
Show compassion to your enemies,
And make requests of your demands.
Allow me to drown my sorrows so that I do not drown in them.
Written by
The Wilted Witch
F/Canada
(F/Canada)
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