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Sacrifice
Can there be more than one definition for a word
Can there be more than one adjective to describe a person
Can there be more than one side to life
Once upon a time I think of the caressing hands across my forehead
Each wrinkle on her hand, a word of wisdom to spread
She scoops the rice from her plate and feeds it to me
Ignoring the rumbles of her tummy
She swathes a velvety cloth, encompassing me
Despite her dry cracked feet, from the piercing wind
She chops her hair and weaves it to fit her toes
She wouldn't want to depict the gruesome blood when she cuts her toes
¨Waah¨, I cry out for I sense something's wrong
She consolidates me with a ever familiar melody
Suppressing the resonate of agony
I wanted the moment to last forever
But soon the rippling signals of death shot me
She drifted up into the clouds far from the universe
The ever so familiar melody now only a memory
The velvety cloth slabered with the crimson red of blood
Only thing left is her woven hair, that is red now
There was nothing she could sacrifice now
If she's not there at all
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