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From the Floor

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A red hot
  steel rod stabbing
    my gut through
      and through.

A piercing
  grenade exploding
    near my ear,
      I can't hear.

A haunting
  nightmarish dream,
    my heart pounding,
      fear resounding.

My knees give way...
  nothing hurts like
    the dying of
       a child.
 

2 Samuel 12:16-17

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by J Alan R
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