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1d
She likes it
when it barks,

she likes the noise it makes:

a child crying
without the guilt.

Agressive and violent;
not her fault.

The victim of blood-soaked eyes
and gnashing teeth.

The victim of a deafening silence,
and the deafening need

to fill it.
Written by
Arthur Ebbers
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