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The Knife Slipped In
The Knife Slipped In by Michael DoyleWith the surrender of human freedomThe therapeutic class becomes a fiefdomEach criminal a victim of circumstanceSimply put they have become marionettes of happenstanceThose meant to help come to equally defendWith the incomes and career … Continue reading
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Wounds Let In the Light
Wounds Let In the Lightby Michael DoyleThey say our wounds let in the lightI don’t know if it’s by experience or second lightBut something about this notion is wound tightAnd from what I have seen, perhaps they’re rightThe worst wound … Continue reading
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