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Oct 2013
soft screams

gripping bars and poles

anything to hold

run dont stop if you do

you'll be caught

by those nasty little snitchers

that you cant escape

metal and dirt and ripping plastic

tearing of clothes

muffed wounds coated in the shine

unusual bending of limbs and spines

held aloft by chain

no it doesnt hurt anymore

this isnt just a game

this is war

shot down sharp pain

call in the reinforcements i need an aid

band-aid grenade lemonade

water guns and swings

tag and playplaces

shrieks and song along with

other playground happenings
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Caelus
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