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Bryler
im gonna tell my secret
press the nails into
tile footprint walls
if you whipser loud enough
ill think about my
lost emotional balance
broken glass pop bottles
trace the unkempt floor
lei...dry the eyes from blood
stained floor carpet
tiny fingers
keep me alive
you are why
i'm surviving
sad but precious poem about your nephew. i love you molly, you have every reason to live life ... and a happy one to add to that. :o)