6.5.00

Note: Another Miang poem. Er. About her and Karen. I'd also like to say… that I don't write poetry, which should be obvious by now to anyone who's read my other stuff. ^.^

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Excuses

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I've taken her body. There.

An accident. Chance's dare.

Her husband had no stance to

steal--already been done, and

her son? Casualty

of the war. For it's begun

long years ago, and

it's only

a little

blood.

And herself, somewhere being

Karen

my daughter?

Bearing my sins,

she can only die too.