Ebony stones
were chiseled
to reflect
their hate
for my sins
I loved,
but I cried.
and I screamed.
Simply,
for their love
to be presented
in some form
besides
accented voices
that had no definition
of love,
of kisses...
and my lips
became parched
for each touch
that was not received
was given
to someone
far worse than I

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