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November 16, 2010
i remember most
the bright colors
seepeing through
my pail as if it
was dawn

my legs and arms
feeling as if a tiger
ripping them
lim by lim
my head
as if
i never had it

then the footsteps
of a man the pain
i was in but yet
the horror began
when i heard him
yelling

wanting nothing more
than to to hear everything
was alright
the soft touch of
my fathers arms
around me





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