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Maybe it was not
Confined to a soiled bed
A two week old body rotting in it's own filth
Silence scales the walls
The phone never rings
Is this the lesson you were to be taught?
A father who lost all connections
A son who will never learn.
A two week old body rotting in it's own filth
Silence scales the walls
The phone never rings
Is this the lesson you were to be taught?
A father who lost all connections
A son who will never learn.
Published 27th Nov 2012
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