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By SPLeeN
door creaking open they smell the smoke somethings burning voices raise irritated, angered no reply is heard fingers turn the dial the oven turns off the pizza on the rack no longer edible they hear the music blaring again voices raise irritated, angered no reply is heard feet climb the stairs one after another proclaiming they are home something isnt right one last time voices raise irritated, angered no reply is heard vision turns the corner blood upon the floor screaming now is heard the soul is missing the sky the child they ask why forever voices raise guilty, pained no reply is heard Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 24 2002 05:03 AM PST 10 • 0
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"door creaking open..."