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May 2015
...
he came home one night
soaked with blood,
tears dripping from his eyes,
catching up his breath.

he looked right into my eyes
and I saw the fear
that has long kept him
in imprisonment

he took the blame
and the penalty
is death.
abs
Written by
abs  jupiter
(jupiter)   
389
     ---, NV and Emily Tyler
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