Your Prayer
only began with words, each one you realize, just a hand on the door to silence, even in your gathered chanted strength what you said in the end was only a shoulder against the grain of wood trying to keep the entrance open, until that door which had been no door at all gave in to necessary grief, which is really onl…
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