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10/5/16

...and she died in my hands.

A small body,

too limp

and soft,

where muscles

were once taut

and strong.

No longer.

 

...and it was me who killed her.

My fault.

She was deaf,

asleep,

under the car...

too innocent,

it was a warm

"safe" place...

sheltered...

No longer.

 

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