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I feel the pain of
Words never uttered
Tears never shed
Wounds that don’t bleed
Thirst never quenched
Hands never held
My son has died
 Jan 2018 D Baby Bey
Ryan Holden
Yellow and black stripes,
Vibrating ear drums, buzzing
Around my garden.

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