Sins we left behind

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Home smells of in-season flowers,

stinks of guilt and unspoken condemnation.

The sea parts,

but she is no Moses.

Mother finds a boy in the corner.

Will she remember me?

No.

Even after all we had?

Especially after all you had,

and all you lost.


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