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Gadus
Poems
Jul 2014
Under the Bed
When we look back
there is nothing but blotches
A faded remnants of the
brown-eyed school attendants.
Uprooted like floating log houses.
Convergent whims of the ******* children.
I'll be sure to take you down with me.
Down deep into the cellar.
#canada
#genocide
#wewerechildren
#abouriginal
Written by
Gadus
Newfoundland
(Newfoundland)
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