JUSTICE
And while she walks through time,
Paradise seems beyond her grasp.
Because there’s nothing
She can do about it.
Now;
Apparently,
Daily memories will be,
What she treasures
The most.
As long as her love lasts,
Someone claiming to be Yvonne,
Keeps washing her hands;
Whatever that means...she tries too hard,
And studies herself
In the mirror,
And fights for justice.
~Yvonne Renee Moore
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