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Aug 2012
His sickly look
filled his own self image.

Thirsty eyes
searing from dark rings.

They had a look.
Of knowing.

Clenching his jaw,
from the cramping abdomen

and pushing back his eyes,
to hide them from the world.

This was not an accident.
He would not tell them that.

GRAHAM MURPHY
Graham Murphy
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Graham Murphy
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