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Feb 2015
Thudding footsteps
consecutive gunshots
Screams of agony
Brushing off the dust,
I looked up to see,
the colorless sky
much like a soul
being ****** out of a man.
It was finally here.
The apocalypse,
had embarked upon us
and it was because of me.
sash sriganesh
Written by
sash sriganesh  pittsford ny
(pittsford ny)   
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   Pamela Rae
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