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our hands around the necks of those we nurture

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--

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Oct 26, 2010
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