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I close my eyes when I go to bed and I dream of angels who make me smile.
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Direct depictions of violent events: abuse, assault, abandonment, and the scar tissue after. 6 poems live in this room.
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No. 11
You're such a beautiful child
One day you'll watch From the back seat of the car Your Dad grab your Mom's hair
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No. 105
If one kid reads this
I wish I could have warned you. I know it all seemed like just a game—
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No. 107
The Champagne Ship
The champagne ship sailed through the night returning to a home washed over by the waves of the unknown.
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No. 112
The dream
The plan and execution— A fool's errand: demanded retribution. A lust for justice that only exists,
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No. 32
Know that it's coming
Know that it's coming: Something unforgettable will happen, That turns your heart cold,
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No. 100
The bars, the windows,
The bars, the windows, The shadows, the symbols. The nights, the bed—
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