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Pleas, Bring My Child Home

 


(the) pain in process
progressing
                   in black-hole soul (of)
                 inhumanity,
  (but so excuseable)
as to be mistaken as bloody riotous,
as erroneous  as bliss'ed remorselessness.

What
are these mothers on the corner at the
bus-stop
waiting for?

No doubt the children who may
or may not, be coming
home
today.

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Published
Author's Note
is it time to
eat?
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