Kids born in a facility,
Not allowed to go outside like you and me.
Sedated with a maggot ended syringe,
Even asleep, the sight of that made me twinge.
Locked down for nefarious purposes,
What type of a dream event is this?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2024 17:26
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Good write S.
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