Life Of A Cult Survivor
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Poem
The quiet room in
The house echoes in giggles ...
The sound of taps.
Piano keys play
the tunes of the poems
of nursery rhymes ...
Singing
Children sing
Sing songs.
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