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Jul 2011
The pillows you don't use
don't support. They only serve
to suffocate you.

The shed in the yard was a lot
like high school. It stood all awkward
and it was filled with tools.

Flimsy, the tears you shed
and the hate that you bred
at your brother's funeral.
Shashank Virkud
Written by
Shashank Virkud  Tallahassee, FL
(Tallahassee, FL)   
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