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Apr 2014
Scream’s stains these walls,
Throwing around words that we don’t mean.
Storming down the stairs
Saying things that give me chills down my spine,
Please don’t do that.
These men in blue come into the house.
Screams of pain are thrown from them
Detaining the animal you have become.
Jason Cirkovic
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Jason Cirkovic  27/M/Colorado
(27/M/Colorado)   
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