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no tears except in wings

as she sails away under a blanket eye
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden  
  to nestle and rest;  
  in oceans she will disappear.  
   
not a drop,  
  not a drop dear Lord  
  poured to you;  
the scales are balanced unevenly.  
 
These are my maps I’m making her.
Written by nomoth
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Author's Note
come back home to look after my mum with dementia. i wanted to post this for Mother competition but realize its more about me than her. will work one for her cos she deserves it.
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