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Apr 2016
Tragedies catch me
When I least expect them.

Coming for me,
Leading to the slaughter.

The length of your hands
Reflects the disaster.

You led me with smiles
And slippery palms.

Calloused, indifferent,
Due to the toil,

Repeating the process
Once again.
For WY

Slipped - The National
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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