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Her Void
A car seat on the floor
his little head red with fury
the baby cries
She hears him vaguely
through hopelessness
and tells herself
tomorrow will be better
if tomorrow ever comes
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" Imagine if all you ever did was kill for God. What kind of being would you be? An Angel sword dripping, your wings always dipped in blood.....Imagine."
Last edited by Gate : 05-09-2008 at 04:16 PM.
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