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Delightfully dangerous

Delightfully dangerous 

The little girl riding on her bike whilst the sun is in full bloom or the small boy who is holding onto his mums hand for dear life 
On the round about 
the water fights 
The picnics the walks home as the sun fades in to a dusky light dropping slowly soon the darkness takes over 

Now it’s  the woman on the side of the street in skimpiest of clothing whilst the coldest is frightening or the man that has injected to much of that filling now with his mother holding onto his hand in the hospital not wanting to let go 
Instead of water fights it’s now fist to skin bleeding knuckles bruised bodies 
No more picnics just class A drug deals 
Heads dropping slowly as the sun rises people awake with a beep time to do it all over again or for some never again 

-Caitlin Jane Quintin
3/3/18 23:52

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Dean Kuch

There's a HUGE difference in what we perceive reality to be and what's actually there, isn't there, Caitlin?
Sure, we'd all like to believe life is a bed of roses. But in reality there are far more thorns than there are silken red petals.
Nicely penned—emotive and emotionally driven.
~Dean Kuch

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Thank You Dean 

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