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Jul 2018
They came in the night
leaving nothing
but an empty bed frame
they took daddy’s needles
and mommy’s pills
they ripped me from the place i called home
and left the empty bed frame
I was shipped off like a package to a strangers home
I was told never to talk to strangers
then, again, the evil people came
and again left the empty bed frame
I was placed where the sun always shines
where the glass is always half-full
but to me every rock, creature, and kiss goodnight
was dull
the empty bed frame sat in a room all alone
crying by itself without kin to call it’s own
the empty bed frame you see
the empty bed frame
is me
Written by
Emma K
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