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reading the news, safe in our beds of the man whose condition was critical lying in his hospital bed the shooting had happened whilst the all nighters were stumbling home how had they missed him this man in such need bullet wounds allowing blood scarlet blood to run free on the way to the shop our minds blurred stomachs empty splatters of blood scarlet blood were seen larger pools of it collected at every door how had they not heard him the man in such need
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
london town
reading the news, safe in our beds of the man whose condition was critical lying in his hospital bed the shooting had happened whilst the all nighters were stumbling home how had they missed him this man in such need bullet wounds allowing blood scarlet blood to run free on the way to the shop our minds blurred stomachs empty splatters of blood scarlet blood were seen larger pools of it collected at every door how had they not heard him the man in such need
visited a much missed friend this weekend who is at uni in london, coming back realising how sheltered life is in sleepy little oxfordshire.
roberta-adele
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
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