An aborted tongue,
A silent cry
To hear but never heard.
Those who never lived
Cannot really die,
But whimpers still
An infant on your mind
Though 10 years
Have lived
And gone by.

An effigy
Mocks the empty frame
Cursing the walls,
Turned foul in your brain.

Can it ever be the same
Burdened by a fever with a face
Of a child that has no name?

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