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I open the door.
Step inside.
There's a little girl crying,
she's wailing for her mother
but I can't go to her, I can't
reach out to touch her.
Her hair is dark, wavy.
Her eyes are melted chocolate.
Her skin is pale, she's got
freckles on her nose.
And she can't yet speak, still
so young and small.
But her face is sad.
She wants to know why.
And I can't find the words
to explain.
I'm choking.
Step inside.
There's a little girl crying,
she's wailing for her mother
but I can't go to her, I can't
reach out to touch her.
Her hair is dark, wavy.
Her eyes are melted chocolate.
Her skin is pale, she's got
freckles on her nose.
And she can't yet speak, still
so young and small.
But her face is sad.
She wants to know why.
And I can't find the words
to explain.
I'm choking.
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it's just a great little sad poem