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Aug 2016
You’ll cry like your mother
And scold like your father
Death seems not a sorrow thing
Painted with the deepest grief
Hollow packed inside your bones
for the dead is not living and the fear is unknown
Scabbed and scarred
Stuck beneath the teeth
It sneaks into your midnight's dream

A nightmare
Rachel Duggan
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Rachel Duggan  usa
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   Amelia of Ames
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