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Friday, June 23, 2006

behind closed doors

the sobs of the wife
whose face is blue and black
the grimace of the husband
who returns to a house and not a home
a silence that has grown to be comfortable
for the child who has never known love
behind closed doors they happen
behind closed doors they stay
never to see the light of day
the dirty, dark secrets
we'll never let
see the sun's rays..

thus spake satchithananda at 9:48 pm

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