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By Tori Harris |

She glides by, gauzy and veiled in black I reach out my hand but then snatch it back A dying rose shedding its petals on the floor I can’t take the silence anymore Rain and condolences, dark clothes and despair So many tears unshed and even less to spare Ironically what is missed was never real What do you say when you aren’t sure how you feel The five stages are an unending cycle on repeat That grief is so difficult to master is extremely bittersweet.

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