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Aug 2010
Forget time little men
just mother
wrapped in my womb
you hurt your mother
you stab and hack
burn
you are all my children
all a product of my creativity
why why my tiny friends
do you hate me
do you hate eachother more
why do you hurt your poor mother
you worry me sick
but it hurts me more to see you go
i will be here long after you have all gone
Zachary Devitt
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