The mourning woman
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midnightrose
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The mourning woman

I woke up to a cold breeze like frigid breath across my face

The mourning woman left my window open again

I see her every night staring out my window. I watch her as her sorrorful face turns toward me just before she jumps out and disapeers just before she hits the ground far below

Then I see her children

But only one of them

Because the other one is gone

And the mourning woman went to join her

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