At burn'd skin of Mother I stare;
once satin silk – now, rough remains;
She is strong, but it's less than fair
to claim we love Her while in chains,
when we abuse Her, slit Her veins,
bathe in Her tears to wash our stains;
how much more of this „love“ She'll bear?
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Author:
Rin the Magnificent (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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