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Aug 2010
The past, it has shackled me to the floor.
And now, here, in this desolate place,
we claw at each other like tethered beasts.
You are held down, just as I am, but I see no shackles.
Tell me, how did we really get here?
© Kayleigh Redwine August 6th, 2010
Kayleigh Redwine
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