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Apr 2014
It was called
Noah's Ark
It was a place with
Slides
Sand
Bikes
Smiles
Friends
Fun
It was the place
Mom trusted
To leave her little girl
Daycare
It was the place where
We held hands
And prayed
Before lunch
And before
Nap time
When
Tiny
Beautiful
Innocent
Pure
Children of God
Were
Irreversibly
Violated
Yes. I can fathom it.
Turquoise Mist
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Turquoise Mist
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   JSK
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