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Paul found half-dead
a body in a barrel.

the boy said half-alive
don't go
just now

curdled words of a withered tit
sat heavy in him throat.

Paul responded.
why did i
have to find



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I like the simplicity of this poem. We all ask that question every so often. 'Why me? Why not someone else?'

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