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Jun 2016 · 893
Et tu Brute
PR Charles Jun 2016
Cold rigid steel ****** its way inside
My Skin; Quarrying away drops of blood.
I wonder where it all went wrong
Was I not kind? Not generous?
Did I not make you smile
Is it fair
That the ones closest to you
Can hurt you the most.
I trusted you alone
And you stabbed me in the back
Jun 2016 · 651
Empty House
PR Charles Jun 2016
Though he is small
He understands the empty house.
Running to his room
He hides,
Inside the duvet
Re-reading the hungry caterpillar.
Wanting to emerge from his cocoon
Into a world
Where wilted flowers grow
Inspired by short story of a boy who lost his brother

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