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Behind Death

Behind this barbed-wire fence (It hurts to tell you so) They stripped me naked then stared At the dirt I could not rinse. Behind this barbed-wire fence (Slit wrists twisted in cuffs) I told the half-dead counselor I’d really had enough. Behind this barbed-wire fence (It hurts to tell you so) Life is attempting suicide In a graveyard where all dirt goes.

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Date: 4/25/2014 4:42:00 PM
Not a sonnet BUT great writing none the less and no they don't want to know, to know is to be responsible for doing or NOT doing something- many of us have gone through this too many - perhaps you'd read my verse The Sowing. Light & Love
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