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Where love has gone

There we were, we two little ones.

Brothers by blood.

Huddled in horror, sometimes.

Witness to warfare of spirit.

Knowing not where love had gone

Between the Mother and the Father.

Even at this tender age, we’d lost the joy

Of anticipation,

And looked longingly back on innocence.

Those two battling souls

Were like giants to us,

Their wicked words and warring ways

Like thunderbolts thrown from on high.

Electrifying us

With the terrible alchemy

Of self blame

At this tender age.

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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