Killing You Softly

Darkly, hauntingly, eerily, ironically…beautiful. Such poetry for a subject who is defined most by her absence. And your pain is still so naked and real, the child’s eyes through the lens of adulthood, your questions no less persistent. My heart goes out to you.

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