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Aug 2013
my little girl, she is sitting by the steps
in a white dress stained with the taint of
her own despair

i drive towards her clawing at her skin
she says, daddy, the itch is staying
it won't go away
and the blood drips as tears from her eyes
painting her white dress with a more blatant
plague
iris tan swee ling
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