Hidden Graves...buried children...attics hold their secrets...late in the night the stairways cry...behind the subtle creaking ...
Shirts of orange and skirts of red...blooming on our highways...hard to miss...these days of now...perhaps there's no more lying
Only they who lived the life...and their begotten
Kin....only they...silent till now....perhaps can just begin...
To heal
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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