Life Without Parole
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1 min readMay 22, 2018
The family’s court of justice is always in session
Its deliberations never cease
It doles out sentences continually
Life without parole
Son, daughter,
Mother, father,
Sister, brother,
All are guilty
In a thousand different ways
Of the wounds we carry
The grievances we wield
Like Samurai
The quiver of past offenses
Hid nonchalantly over our shoulder
As we tip-toe to the altar
To marry.
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