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SUBJECT: Poem - OMO
DATE: 03/09/2019
19 Once my skin broke
20 Or my father awoke
21 Or I simply couldn't escape
22 The marionette
23 Had given me yet
24 Just one reason for life
25 With my father down to sleep
26 And my mind, young and naïve
27 I took to his "secret place"
28 When the door went askew,
29 My eyes darted through
30 And saw a plethora of clay
31 Thousands of dolls
32 Lining the walls
33 Flooding the room in their
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SUBJECT: Poem - OMO
DATE: 03/09/2019
34 Each of their kin
35 Made of a sin
36 Stood, and lingered my way
37 My mind disarrayed
38 My body, still stayed
39 silent, quiet, no sound
40 Once, years ago
41 I found what I know
42 Now, as a life inside hell
43 And though I still hear
44 The shrieks of my fear
45 The company is mostly fine
"In a field where
nothing grew but weeds
I found your flower at my feet;
bending there in my direction"
—THE GOOD LEFT UNDONE
RISE AGAINST