BROKEN

She was BROKEN.
LONG ago;
BEFORE the break of dawn.
She had NO place to run
NOWHERE
to GO.

TRAPPED inside the sunken hole
burrowing in fashion of of mole
Racing through life with no time to MOURN

The girl,
she could have been
The woman,
who may have come.

Before Her Silence was sworn.

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