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The Baby

The baby.
Smoke was seeping through the windows.
Dragged out of my own home.
Dragged off the couch.
They won't let me back in.
They're running up.
They don't even know her name.
The baby.

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  1. Date: 1/19/2012 8:58:00 PM

    I enjoyed this one. It would be a harrowing experience! Your contest winners were wonderful to read.

  1. Date: 1/19/2012 2:24:00 AM

    Lovely poem Matt.-oxox hugs Anne-Lise