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Aug 2014
a bright bright bright
seventeen year old girl
dead
replaced by nature
the world's cruelty persists
(the only thing that does)
imagine mom and dad
when at 9:30 pm
one phone call
puts out the warmth of the home
nothing but tears now
poor, lost souls
running amok in the darkness
of their heart,
their
faith
Michael Darrow
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Michael Darrow  Japan
(Japan)   
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