He sits, listening
the words, like hot pokers hissing
as pain upon pain is revealed
layer after layer is peeled back
to reveal a grim, gray child
long ago buried
in this soul's graveyard.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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A mystery that leaves a dark past to be revealed. Short and nicely penned
The slow and painful unveiling of a child's dark past, nicely expressed and written
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