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behind this orange, ominous view,

the warmth within

became foreboding,

more lovely terror

than light of promise

the walls are still crumbling

into splintered disdain

memory lane diverged

the path of hope

once uncovered

by a voice of reason

is overshadowed

by an evil unseen by too many

once, we were innocent,

but now our hearts ache

and our souls feel the pain

and we cannot keep placing

the things we don’t want

in cages

we cannot throw facts in lake sorrow

and expect not to drown

when the waters rise

do you hear our cries tonight?

or have you forgotten how to listen?

-ashley jane