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rip forty years to shreds,
dog houses
dirty beds,
smells that never leave my nose,
pinches and twisted rabbits
that die a thousand deaths.
Raw and torn
scabs that never heal,
forty years ago
a lifetime to keep on
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The Real
Date: Thursday, 13th September 2018 @ 01:18:01 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno
Closing eyes
rip forty years to shreds,
dog houses
dirty beds,
smells that never leave my nose,
pinches and twisted rabbits
that die a thousand deaths.
Raw and torn
scabs that never heal,
forty years ago
a lifetime to keep on
feeling the real.

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