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Aug 2018
The days she went mad,
her eyes danced in their sockets
the way a lion paces inside its cage.
Her fingernails, man,
they dug through flesh
like the last few jagged shards
of her soul, or sharp regrets
of an unfulfilled life.
Ron Gavalik
Written by
Ron Gavalik  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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