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Oct 2010
all of us
from an early age
are murderers
we **** with our
bare hands--
no weapons
no remorse
no gloves
no arrest
no trial

just our hands
strangling out our victims
bringing about their untimely
demise--
and as we
slowly
but
surely
******,
we are being
strangled
all in the same
by the hands of those who
supposedly love
and care--

where there is nurture,
there is strangulation about the neck--
Written by
Zachary Fore
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