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By: Rashawnda

Down Below

We sit vigil with candles, clouds

Embracing your memory silence

It becomes a river book of sadness ink that I cannot comprehend

The whisper song of voices dreams claiming you a dancer floater,

Just a dancer floater

You hurt me to my core where the center of the earth is

You are not far near just down below above if I bothered to look down

You are forever with me; your stomach was all I knew

Darkness quiet, nine months, will you wait for me?

I will follow in your footsteps, I promise you,

Even if it leads me to a valley of decay.