Cycles

Temporarily, temporary.

Not long now and change takes place.

Change, changes back to the same.

Words aren’t enough and feelings go numb.

Moans and bruises and wounds undone

Repeating, repeats

Life recycles into our young

Poor, poor child what have we done.

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