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We Are Never Alone

Victoria Antonelli
Loose Words
Apr 6, 2024

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Leaves graze my skin
Wiping away toxic traces
As the wind cools me down

Even with trucks whirling past and
Screams from tortured souls
I connect with you

The sun streams down through
Protective clouds
Giving me just the right amount

There’s no lotion, no bottle
No human touch
That compares to this Mother’s love

Despite distractions and unknowns
I am grateful for this
Body and soul

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