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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