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Oct 2013
they tried to tie the little one dressed in white
bind her pale ankles and wrists
saying, one day she'll thank us

she kicked and screamed at the sky
pressed up against her skin
searing at the touch
the empty field beckoned and she cried

and one day the rope unraveled and
gave away
yet she lay there
still
to will them back
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