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Aug 2015
Every day the pieces of you that still remain under my bed
crawl closer and closer to the front door
in an attempt to escape, unnoticed
and with one starving hand out the door
I ****** them up and drag them back to the home I've forced upon them
because I can't bear the thought of them dying in anyone's presence
other than my own.
Cassidy Shoop
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Cassidy Shoop  The Golden State
(The Golden State)   
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