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Rebecca White: Away He Went

Roger Franklin

Jul 01 2016

1 mins

Away He Went

 

My grief is a vine, strangling my heart

Locked in an inaccessible vault

I can’t feel it directly, it’s so repressed

But I know that it’s there, never been addressed

It comes out overtly, I’m clinically depressed

Who planted the seed, which grew the vine?

The devil himself, when he took what was mine

Four babies lost to abortion, dead before their time

Oh, the devil grinned as I gave consent

To have my children killed, I could smell his scent

And he took my joy and away he went

 

Rebecca White

Roger Franklin

Roger Franklin

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Roger Franklin

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