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Dec 2015
The blood we share runs in our veins,
I don't know why you're doing this and I'm still tied to chains!
"Stop it!  GET OFF ME!"
I may never be free...
Blood stains and no one will ever see it.

I alone in the dead of night
heard her cries full of fright.
Nothing I could do then or intervene,
I was not a witness to the actual scene.
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

The haunting of her cries play like a song,
so real and yet so wrong,
My recorder was dead
and maybe she was in her bed.
Neighbors have their secrets and I'm no one to meddle.
At 2:01AM I heard the voice of my neighbor whom I have never met while opening the window for some air screaming "GET OFF ME" the other voices were restraining her it seemed and it was over in 2 minutes.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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