Monday, August 1, 2011


We watched as her feet passed over the cement

she wondered who laid the road
and what the ground looked like beneath

She hurt for the grass

She hurt for the things she could not see

She hurt for the the hands
the decrees
the machines
She hurt for everything

We wondered if she only thought of herself

She wondered what to do with hurt
because she could not contain it
and no one could relive it
and it only hurt

And her feet passed over the cement

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