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In the end there was only silence.
No screams or gnashing of teeth
Everything coated in the mustard yellow
tar
And just like that
in the twinkling of an eye
the family that had one been;
no longer was.
In its place a plastic mold had been cast.
Of happiness and serenity.






























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