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...but my mother was in the room

 

when you leave without a backward glance  
or a second thought  
those times you greet the morning compassionless  
how can you take a breath without guilt?  
 
cupidity? it's leering and alive in her front room  
has six arms, six legs and three heads  
her tears quench their thirst  
yet, their detachment is her strength  
 
her rain was pure sadness  
but she became the storm
Magdalena
Written by Magdalena
Published | Edited 11th May 2021
Author's Note
I came across the word "cupidity" in a poem here by a lovely lady.
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