Fellow Jade...!
A sun in fade-
swelling smaller;
Tender.
Elegy for my
babe, grows apart
and sings with her
hands so despondent.
Chair-bound, abused;
black-eyed, red-cheeked-
dismal, neurotic:
Burnt out.
My knuckles weep,
Her injuries reflected
On my fists-
On my very spirit.
I can do anything I want, so why don't I do something?
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