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A Shred Torn Apart

Poetry By: parkelis
True confessions


Submitted:Apr 11, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I see my brother.

He's falling.

My sister's running,

trying to escape.

My mother…

gone, already gone.

And my father,

luck would have it,

got away.

But then again,

they're there.

They're here.

Nowhere lost

but here.


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