There was a day
when I could not
bear the weight.
I came into her room.
Quietly alone
she sat elegant on
a brocade couch.
It was her place.
Weeping I buried
my face in her skirt.
when I could not
bear the weight.
I came into her room.
Quietly alone
she sat elegant on
a brocade couch.
It was her place.
Weeping I buried
my face in her skirt.
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