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A Hater Learns About Love

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After a long night of interrogation,
followed by a thirty-minute trial,
there was no doubt about it: I was guilty.

So with my teeth tucked in my bleeding mouth,
and with my jaw now wired tightly shut,
a guard named Peter met me at the gate.

Looking different than I had imagined,
he smiled and kicked me point blank in the balls,
then led me like a drunkard down the stairs.
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Patricia Grantham 31 March 2014
Lots of pain and suffering. The costs are high whatever the reason. Inspiring.
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