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Created on: October 25, 2009 Last Updated: October 27, 2009
A child shunned from the playmates circle
Lost from all hope of affection
Lets insects crawl on his fingers
As small as the ants he crushes
A daughter missing her father
Raised in confusion
Flips through her album
As torn as the photos she rips
A boy bruising the weak
Silencing his conscience
Writes words on a wall
As empty as the can he shakes
A man crouching over a desk
Sorting in silence
Holds his face in his hands
As lost as the files he seeks
A mother staring through a window
Waiting in vain
Holds open the curtains
As fragile as the fabric she grips
A grave strewn with flowers
Braving the chilled wind
Stands sturdy in its place
As dead as the soil it keeps
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