Guthrie Memorial Teen Writer's Club
The Guthrie Memorial Library Round Table Writers, so named for the table in our meeting room, have been sharing ideas and stories since November, 2010. We have been visited by Hanover Poet Laureates past and present, and we welcome any opportunity to learn more about the art of writing.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Meeting Dates
It's nice to see some new faces at our meetings. Our next meeting is November 3rd - it'd be nice to have you there, too.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
This week's meeting is a wash out!
Due to the continued rain and flooding, the writer's club meeting tonight has been cancelled. Stay home and stay safe.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Let's get this thing rolling
With everyone back in school and a more concrete schedule in the works, I hope to see a lot of our regulars at our next meeting. I'd also like to extend a sincere invitation to any writers out there who might be thinking about joining us - please do!
Our meetings are low key opportunities for you to share your work, so grab something you've written and meet us in the Teen Room.
Our meetings are low key opportunities for you to share your work, so grab something you've written and meet us in the Teen Room.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
No meeting on July 14th!
Too many things going on that day, including the Harry Potter pre-party hosted by the library at the movie theater. See you all on the 28th!
Friday, June 3, 2011
There's gum on the ceiling in the teen room...
We've met in the teen room for almost an entire school year, and we've spent a number of moments pondering the existence of the gum on the ceiling. Last night, we took the liberty of explaining how that piece of gum came to be on the ceiling. We hope you enjoy.
Steven:
The year was 1981. I was being chewed by my owner while he worked on his interdimensional time machine. Suddenly a strange hum began. I knew by the clamping in my owner’s mouth that something had gone horribly wrong. He spit me out, presumably so he could concentrate better. I landed on a diode somewhere on the machine and ZAP! (If I had eyes, I might have seen a flash) And that’s how I found myself here in this time and world where apparently gum isn’t sentient.
Brian:
Oh dear. I’m stuck on a ceiling. Again. I suppose it’s my own fault. Let me explain what happened. Everyone believes someone or something propelled me up to the ceiling. However, that’s not the case .I was on a mission for Billy, my 11 year old chewer. He had neglected to return a library book on time, and it was nearly overdue. Needless to say, it was up to me to return it. After hitching a ride on a truck, I arrived at the library with the book. Made the grueling trek up the ginormous stairs. But the doors were locked, so instead, I crawled up the wall and to the roof. From there, I drilled a hole through the roof and into the library. Unfortunately, I got stuck. And I’m still stuck. With a book four months overdue just above me.
Sabrina:
All I could think in my head was don’t do it don’t do it please don’t do it. The boys in the room in the corner of the teenager section of the library were loudly smacking on their gum. They had just made a bet on who was going to spit their gum on the ceiling. All had failed, thank God, and it was the last boy’s turn. They counted it down until he blew his gum, letting spit fly. I couldn’t see where it went but it never came down. I never went in that room again.
Cassidy:
Heyoo,
My name is Francis (that’s not really my name; it’s the name of the kid who stuck me here), but anywayz. I’ve been stuck here for about 7 minutes. I’m waiting to fall onto some innocent girl. I’m hoping for someone with curly hair, at least. That way, I will stay there and embarrass them ALL day. Hmm, that would be a sight, not to mention an experience. Here comes some girl with the perfect hair for hanging out in! Here goes nothing! Kowabunga!!
Nanci:
I hate that kid. I hate his teeth, his slimy, oozy spit, and his pokey, grabby fingers. I’m trying to stay calm, to stay as cool as my wintergreen crystals, but it’s not working for me. I’m feelin’ really cinnamon right about now. My only hope is that he stays there, laughing, long enough for me to peel myself off this ceiling and drop deep into his throat, where I’ll have the last laugh. I hate him and I hate his slingshot.
Zach:
Being packaged is nice
you should try it sometimes
being chewed isn’t bad either
it’s kind of like a really wet massage
What isn’t fun is waiting
forever
You think you’re cool
since you can take me out of your mouth
and throw me at the ceiling so I would stick
well let me answer with yes
it would be cool
if it worked the first time
but you failed like 12 times
one time you missed the ceiling entirely
then one time I stuck and your friends thought you were so cool
but you’re not cool
you’re actually a douche bag
but I have to give you props
I’ve been here forever
Maybe I‘m magic
too bad that magic is wasted on a shriveled up piece of gum
whatever
I’m going to sleep
or something similar.
Pat:
I am so thirsty. Seriously, this is ridiculous. We all know Jesus got water in a sponge. Now I’m not comparing myself to Jesus. I’m just saying there are ways to get some water up here. Well, I have one thing in common with Jesus. I’m up here for someone else’s sins. Well two things. I also didn’t come back on May 21. I guess we still have October.
Mitchell:
They’re down there, now laughing.
Three tries is all it took, and now all they can do is scittle, chortle, and gawk. Three tries. I should be proud. I’ve watched others stick in many more, I’ve seen paper wads do it in less; I would be proud but it wasn’t my doing. Equivalent to peers inferior to rejected wood, I’m some number aren’t I. I can feel myself stoling, but the plaster is warm. This is my home, my new life, my deathbed. I’d be happy but it sucks. I hate peppermint, you get that when you’re around with twelve siblings, guess I figure my luck I’d be Winterfresh.
Steven:
The year was 1981. I was being chewed by my owner while he worked on his interdimensional time machine. Suddenly a strange hum began. I knew by the clamping in my owner’s mouth that something had gone horribly wrong. He spit me out, presumably so he could concentrate better. I landed on a diode somewhere on the machine and ZAP! (If I had eyes, I might have seen a flash) And that’s how I found myself here in this time and world where apparently gum isn’t sentient.
Brian:
Oh dear. I’m stuck on a ceiling. Again. I suppose it’s my own fault. Let me explain what happened. Everyone believes someone or something propelled me up to the ceiling. However, that’s not the case .I was on a mission for Billy, my 11 year old chewer. He had neglected to return a library book on time, and it was nearly overdue. Needless to say, it was up to me to return it. After hitching a ride on a truck, I arrived at the library with the book. Made the grueling trek up the ginormous stairs. But the doors were locked, so instead, I crawled up the wall and to the roof. From there, I drilled a hole through the roof and into the library. Unfortunately, I got stuck. And I’m still stuck. With a book four months overdue just above me.
Sabrina:
All I could think in my head was don’t do it don’t do it please don’t do it. The boys in the room in the corner of the teenager section of the library were loudly smacking on their gum. They had just made a bet on who was going to spit their gum on the ceiling. All had failed, thank God, and it was the last boy’s turn. They counted it down until he blew his gum, letting spit fly. I couldn’t see where it went but it never came down. I never went in that room again.
Cassidy:
Heyoo,
My name is Francis (that’s not really my name; it’s the name of the kid who stuck me here), but anywayz. I’ve been stuck here for about 7 minutes. I’m waiting to fall onto some innocent girl. I’m hoping for someone with curly hair, at least. That way, I will stay there and embarrass them ALL day. Hmm, that would be a sight, not to mention an experience. Here comes some girl with the perfect hair for hanging out in! Here goes nothing! Kowabunga!!
Nanci:
I hate that kid. I hate his teeth, his slimy, oozy spit, and his pokey, grabby fingers. I’m trying to stay calm, to stay as cool as my wintergreen crystals, but it’s not working for me. I’m feelin’ really cinnamon right about now. My only hope is that he stays there, laughing, long enough for me to peel myself off this ceiling and drop deep into his throat, where I’ll have the last laugh. I hate him and I hate his slingshot.
Zach:
Being packaged is nice
you should try it sometimes
being chewed isn’t bad either
it’s kind of like a really wet massage
What isn’t fun is waiting
forever
You think you’re cool
since you can take me out of your mouth
and throw me at the ceiling so I would stick
well let me answer with yes
it would be cool
if it worked the first time
but you failed like 12 times
one time you missed the ceiling entirely
then one time I stuck and your friends thought you were so cool
but you’re not cool
you’re actually a douche bag
but I have to give you props
I’ve been here forever
Maybe I‘m magic
too bad that magic is wasted on a shriveled up piece of gum
whatever
I’m going to sleep
or something similar.
Pat:
I am so thirsty. Seriously, this is ridiculous. We all know Jesus got water in a sponge. Now I’m not comparing myself to Jesus. I’m just saying there are ways to get some water up here. Well, I have one thing in common with Jesus. I’m up here for someone else’s sins. Well two things. I also didn’t come back on May 21. I guess we still have October.
Mitchell:
They’re down there, now laughing.
Three tries is all it took, and now all they can do is scittle, chortle, and gawk. Three tries. I should be proud. I’ve watched others stick in many more, I’ve seen paper wads do it in less; I would be proud but it wasn’t my doing. Equivalent to peers inferior to rejected wood, I’m some number aren’t I. I can feel myself stoling, but the plaster is warm. This is my home, my new life, my deathbed. I’d be happy but it sucks. I hate peppermint, you get that when you’re around with twelve siblings, guess I figure my luck I’d be Winterfresh.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Forgotten
How easily it is to be forgotten
How hard it is to forget
All the memories that mean so much to me
Fade to nothing in your mind
If you could read my mind,
You would see the pain you cause
You would see the dreams you crushed
The hopes you shattered
You were the one I always leaned on
Now I’m falling over every time I try to stand
You hold out your hand
But as I reach for it you pull away
you’ve forgotten me,
I’m nothing but a fading memory
While I count the days I have left with you
This false friendship is tearing me apart
But I’d rather die than turn away
I count the days left with you
Both dreading and hoping for
The freedom they’ll bring
Can I stand without you?
Am I strong enough to survive you?
Will I be able to forget you,
Like you’ve forgotten me?
How hard it is to forget
All the memories that mean so much to me
Fade to nothing in your mind
If you could read my mind,
You would see the pain you cause
You would see the dreams you crushed
The hopes you shattered
You were the one I always leaned on
Now I’m falling over every time I try to stand
You hold out your hand
But as I reach for it you pull away
you’ve forgotten me,
I’m nothing but a fading memory
While I count the days I have left with you
This false friendship is tearing me apart
But I’d rather die than turn away
I count the days left with you
Both dreading and hoping for
The freedom they’ll bring
Can I stand without you?
Am I strong enough to survive you?
Will I be able to forget you,
Like you’ve forgotten me?
Friday, May 13, 2011
An unused brain,
like gears strangled by thick cobwebs,
motionless, silent, a hallow shell,
nothing exists in that pitch black abyss,
just a void of creation and ideas,
lifeless and in need of repair,
a spark of motivation, purpose, will,
something to turn the coggs,
and plunge a beat of life
back into the heart
of this lifeless corps.
like gears strangled by thick cobwebs,
motionless, silent, a hallow shell,
nothing exists in that pitch black abyss,
just a void of creation and ideas,
lifeless and in need of repair,
a spark of motivation, purpose, will,
something to turn the coggs,
and plunge a beat of life
back into the heart
of this lifeless corps.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sly Lovers
We crawl in the dark,
One step, loud creeks - Silence!
Freedom will be reached tonight,
our bond is no pretense
Reach for clouds, gaze at moonlight.
One step, loud creeks - Silence!
Freedom will be reached tonight,
our bond is no pretense
Reach for clouds, gaze at moonlight.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Springs Harmony
The world is warm,
skys are blue and clouds white,
flowers blooming in many hues,
children outside under the skys on the grass,
playing games like tag and catch,
grinning from ear to ear,
their laugh eachoing throughout the town,
parents sitting out on the porch,
talking casually as their children play,
their minds at peace watching their fun games,
in these moments life is perfect,
and the world is a warm place.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Gone
Standing waist deep in the life bearing grass of a calm plain,
basking in the suns warm gaze,
slowly breathing in the sweet fragrence of harmony,
growing more and more at rest with every breath,
ready to let go of conciousness,
and let sleep blanket my thoughts.
For a moment peace was my world,
the steady gaze of warmth was my light,
and sleep was at last a place of rest.
A fire erupts across the plain,
consuming the life in every blade of grass,
eating away at the calm winds and sweet fragrences,
smothering the suns warmth from existence,
and coating the sky in a choking darkness.
In flames my peaceful world falls to ashes,
the rageful inferno currupts my sight,
and sleep is a wasteland of piercing screams.
Friday, April 8, 2011
What must be said.
Don't wait to say what's on your mind,
letting slip precious time,
as thoughts possess your mind.
Say what must be said,
don't wait for a less awkward time,
this is your chance to free your mind.
A greater consequence if tongue's held,
losing what you sought to understand,
feeling the unknown surround.
Say what must be said,
free your mind from burdens held within,
live life tongue unheld.
What is a man?
A man is someone who lends a hand,
someone who strives to help,
someone who cares to listen,
someone who loves to see you smile.
A man is someone who stands by you,
someone who you can trust,
someone who can catch you,
someone who will mend your wounds.
A man is someone who holds back pain,
someone who wipes away tears,
someone who does not complain,
someone who can fall and get back up.
A man is someone who lifts mountains,
someone who you can lean on,
someone who can hold you up,
someone who will warm your soul.
A man is someone who will not give up,
someone who works until the sun has set,
someone who faces all adversity,
someone who does what must be done.
A man is someone who looks you in the eye,
someone who shakes hands,
someone who opens doors,
someone who greets with a smile.
A man is someone who is seen as a hero,
someone who we all look up to,
someone who we are proud to know,
someone who we live to become.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Supress the swelling water, as it knocks at the door, hold your breath and pretend like you don't hear, lock it deep down within, in a place of solitary, where the weeping can't be heared, and the tears can't torment, just lock it away and hope, that in time the waters will calm, and peace will breack this endless torment.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
IMPORTANT - THIS WEEK'S MEETING!!
Hello All,
I can't make it Thursday night. I don't know if any of the other adults will be there, but you guys can meet without me for one week. For the assignment, you should do the story of a day poem I posted last week; for those of you who have done it, use what you have or write another one with a different letter.
Focus on creating a mood that is sustained from beginning to end: frantic, lazy, relaxed, tense, paranoid - whatever you decide, have fun with it!
See you on the 21st!
I can't make it Thursday night. I don't know if any of the other adults will be there, but you guys can meet without me for one week. For the assignment, you should do the story of a day poem I posted last week; for those of you who have done it, use what you have or write another one with a different letter.
Focus on creating a mood that is sustained from beginning to end: frantic, lazy, relaxed, tense, paranoid - whatever you decide, have fun with it!
See you on the 21st!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Moon's Domain
Suns are setting
Moons are waking
Skys begin to darken
Into the moon's domain
Raining its power over all who seek it
Open your front door and you'll see it
The circle of the world's fascination
Pretty in its glory
And beautiful in its power
Night is when the creatures come out to play
When everything comes to life
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Dream Runner
I'm gone
Right now no one can catch me
And thats how I always wanted it
Freedom was my only wish
And you couldn't give that to me
So I'll run until the sun comes back up
This taste of freedom is all I ever needed to get through the day
This clean night air matching my legs as I'm finally free
My inner twilight rejoicing with my return
Welcoming me to the forest of my fantasy
Where everything is wrapped around the word harmony
Fairies join me in the never ending chase
Their glowing wings shed glitter to guide us through this mass dark
And here I roam free
Soon on one glourious night these legs will take me far enough
Far enough that Reality will never be able to catch me
Monday, March 28, 2011
Trapped
A plague slowly spreads behind locked doors,
eating away at the tattered remains
of the heart and soul of my city.
The cure is out of sight
and the antidote is wearing down,
the vile infection is slowly spreading.
As time passes
the city looks to end its suffering,
determined to be free one way or another.
The plague infects deeper,
with each passing minute the city sinks
and innocents fall to the ground in agony.
The heart and soul of the city is in decay,
the people are tired from the struggle,
they will soon let go of this dieing world.
Escape is so near,
our hands are slowly letting go,
yearning to exist in the painless void.
Soon our goodbys will be said,
the last smile will be seen
and our world will have never existed at all.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
From my heart to yours.
In a field of exotic flowers,
eyes closed and head tilted upward
breathing in slowly
the scent of true inner beauty,
my eyes snap open and my head quickly turns
to the source of a tear filled scream.
On the top of a hill,
surrounded by dark clouds,
lies a flower whithering from the absence of her sun,
pleading for the warmth and safety that once radiated over her
and to rid herself of this darkened world.
As I listen to each tortured plea,
tears streaming from every scream,
my heart rushes forward to the hills top, arms outheld,
yearning to save this whithering flower from a world without warmth,
to lift her above the clouds and into the light,
to turn her drooping smile into a sunlit grin
and to comfort her in my embrace so she may feel the love in my heart
and be free of every sorrowful tear.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Never Was
i'm begging you
because i know you're never going to feel the way i do
you've pretty much told me i'm a whore
and that you don't want to fuck me again
frankly i could care less if i could just have your love
i was so sure before of how you felt but all it was,
was me lying to myself
you never loved me the way i loved you
or the way you said you did
so why would you ever
if after all that i've risked for you
how long i've stood behind you and up to you
why would you suddenly start?
if i keep holding on to you
all i'm going to get in the long run is a shattered heart
you're never going to get over her
you're never going to love just me
and love me the way i love you
i'm not fighting anymore
i'm not hoping anymore
because it's pointless
when you leave you'll have her
or you'll still love her
i've come to accept the fact there is no us
and there never was
because i know you're never going to feel the way i do
you've pretty much told me i'm a whore
and that you don't want to fuck me again
frankly i could care less if i could just have your love
i was so sure before of how you felt but all it was,
was me lying to myself
you never loved me the way i loved you
or the way you said you did
so why would you ever
if after all that i've risked for you
how long i've stood behind you and up to you
why would you suddenly start?
if i keep holding on to you
all i'm going to get in the long run is a shattered heart
you're never going to get over her
you're never going to love just me
and love me the way i love you
i'm not fighting anymore
i'm not hoping anymore
because it's pointless
when you leave you'll have her
or you'll still love her
i've come to accept the fact there is no us
and there never was
Lie To Me
so tired of crying
so tired of the pain inside my chest
so tired of this want, this need, all this love for you
so many times i've prayed to got to please kill me
i've lain naked and covered in blood crying on the floor
more times than i could ever count
i've lain in bed night after night
wondering what all i did wrong
every time i look in the mirror i can't help but think that i'll never be good enough, pretty enough, just enough
it all seemed too good to be true in the beginning
that's why i was always so scared
you would roll your eyes at me, tel me all these things
but i'm the one who ended up being right
i was so afraid of losing you right from the start
but the truth is i never had you to begin with
you've always been hers, and you always will be
i'm so tired of fighting for something that never was
(though you say you did,
you never loved me the way i love you, because if you did it wouldn't have just gone away)
you tell me not to give up hope
yet there's nothing to hope for
i'm so tired of giving more than i get back
every time you ask me for a kiss it rips my heart out because you don't feel the way i do
when i kiss you
and you never will
and i'm pretty sure i'm no the one you want to be kissing
inside you're wishing it was her
i have no energy left to fight
fight for what??
there's nothing to fight for
nothing to hope for
you're her's plain and simple
we never had what i thought we did
what i risked everything for
and in that; everyone else was right
you seem to be content in someone else simply loving you
maybe i'm selfish
bu i don't care about your love
unless it's equal to my own
i could never be happy with less
so please keep your kisses
and i love you's to yourself
because all they do is lie to me
so tired of the pain inside my chest
so tired of this want, this need, all this love for you
so many times i've prayed to got to please kill me
i've lain naked and covered in blood crying on the floor
more times than i could ever count
i've lain in bed night after night
wondering what all i did wrong
every time i look in the mirror i can't help but think that i'll never be good enough, pretty enough, just enough
it all seemed too good to be true in the beginning
that's why i was always so scared
you would roll your eyes at me, tel me all these things
but i'm the one who ended up being right
i was so afraid of losing you right from the start
but the truth is i never had you to begin with
you've always been hers, and you always will be
i'm so tired of fighting for something that never was
(though you say you did,
you never loved me the way i love you, because if you did it wouldn't have just gone away)
you tell me not to give up hope
yet there's nothing to hope for
i'm so tired of giving more than i get back
every time you ask me for a kiss it rips my heart out because you don't feel the way i do
when i kiss you
and you never will
and i'm pretty sure i'm no the one you want to be kissing
inside you're wishing it was her
i have no energy left to fight
fight for what??
there's nothing to fight for
nothing to hope for
you're her's plain and simple
we never had what i thought we did
what i risked everything for
and in that; everyone else was right
you seem to be content in someone else simply loving you
maybe i'm selfish
bu i don't care about your love
unless it's equal to my own
i could never be happy with less
so please keep your kisses
and i love you's to yourself
because all they do is lie to me
Over and Over Again
so empty inside
yearning to be filled
begging for the ache to stop
there goes one
and another
it never fails
always reaching
always alone
always being left over
and over again
yearning to be filled
begging for the ache to stop
there goes one
and another
it never fails
always reaching
always alone
always being left over
and over again
Death Will Never Leave Us
when they're gone
here we are
left, broke, numb
hearts frozen over
lips sealed shut
fingers too cold to work
to stop
the fall
over the cliff
into the frozen sea below
plunging deeper
and deeper we fall
we drown
together forever
death will never leave us
here we are
left, broke, numb
hearts frozen over
lips sealed shut
fingers too cold to work
to stop
the fall
over the cliff
into the frozen sea below
plunging deeper
and deeper we fall
we drown
together forever
death will never leave us
The Real You
everytime i see you i just hope and pray you'll be back
or he'll be back?
i only see you sometimes
everyother time you're someone else
i miss you, the real you
or he'll be back?
i only see you sometimes
everyother time you're someone else
i miss you, the real you
Trying To Get It
sometimes i feel
like im only good enough to sneak around with
to "sleep" around with
although i knnow he loves me
how much i have no clue
not enough, i can tell you that
i know what's down this road
i've been down it so many times before
the trying not to kiss
but just giving in because of how much i want to
then when a girlfriend pops up out of the mix
all of a sudden you're the one trying to get it
i thought after not seeing him all summer i'd be so happy when school cam around
now i find myself wishing him away, yet yearning to be close
like im only good enough to sneak around with
to "sleep" around with
although i knnow he loves me
how much i have no clue
not enough, i can tell you that
i know what's down this road
i've been down it so many times before
the trying not to kiss
but just giving in because of how much i want to
then when a girlfriend pops up out of the mix
all of a sudden you're the one trying to get it
i thought after not seeing him all summer i'd be so happy when school cam around
now i find myself wishing him away, yet yearning to be close
A peaceful moment
Sitting on the grass,
wet from the mornings dew,
watching the multitude of colors,
rise from the earths floor,
listening to the silence,
as thoughts slowly fade,
falling deeper and deeper,
into the trance of the rising sun,
enjoying every moment,
every passionate color,
as the sun contintues to rise,
awaiting the turning point,
to when it begins to fall,
so new colors may be seen,
while in this peaceful moment,
experiencing the beauty of it all.
wet from the mornings dew,
watching the multitude of colors,
rise from the earths floor,
listening to the silence,
as thoughts slowly fade,
falling deeper and deeper,
into the trance of the rising sun,
enjoying every moment,
every passionate color,
as the sun contintues to rise,
awaiting the turning point,
to when it begins to fall,
so new colors may be seen,
while in this peaceful moment,
experiencing the beauty of it all.
Friday, March 25, 2011
A Cloud
the stumbling used to help
the room spinning made everything seem okay
but why not today??
at some points it did feel that great
i would giggle
stumble around
but then it was as if a cloud went over me
and i began to cry
the room spinning made everything seem okay
but why not today??
at some points it did feel that great
i would giggle
stumble around
but then it was as if a cloud went over me
and i began to cry
Which is worse?
which is worse
scars inside??
or out??
inhaling that cigarette??
or glass upon my skin??
drinking that bottle??
or letting the abyss swallow me??
taking medicine to go to sleep
to safety??
or walking amongst a world where every suicidal notion offers itself to me like candy??
hating yourself??
or fearing yourself??
so you tell me
which one's worse??
scars inside??
or out??
inhaling that cigarette??
or glass upon my skin??
drinking that bottle??
or letting the abyss swallow me??
taking medicine to go to sleep
to safety??
or walking amongst a world where every suicidal notion offers itself to me like candy??
hating yourself??
or fearing yourself??
so you tell me
which one's worse??
Not Oh-So Innocent
sitting in a chair
in that house
mind wandering back to that day
automatically you shut your legs tight
but you can't help but remember the pleasure
the feeling of being such a bad girl
but you knew oh so little
especially of how that one decision to be a rebel would change the rest of your life
suddenly you feel unsafe for if your parents couldn't protect you then how could they now
after all they were downstairs
simply a layer of wood, nails, and pipes
was between them and their baby girl
not oh-so innocent
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