NumbA Poem by Nathaniel
Cells of pain
They are stored in As they wait to be slain Their crutches stolen Their canes broken I wonder why They look so plain Ordinary Normal No emotion No thoughts As they receive This daily pain
© 2011 NathanielAuthor's Note
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Added on March 9, 2011 Last Updated on March 9, 2011 Author
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