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Sep 2017
Our mother
she pleads and burns.

us,

heretic's
of old blaming

out

each other
like cookie jar

thieves

while she bleeds
the very last

drop

and we all
just walk through it

leaving...
John Michael Biely
Written by
John Michael Biely  M/phoenix
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