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Mar 2015
In just moments*
All were blown away
By the exposure in red,
All I could think of
Was the pouring "blood,"
That my values were dead.
Focusing on my face,
The camera takes an image,
What I looked like seconds
Before my imagined carnage,
Unfolding right in front of the lens,
Spilling my feelings out for once.
Still I only dreamt of it every night,
I'd finally ended it now in hysteria,
SprayingΒ Β my worthless "blood" that
Spattered and ruined your camera.
Alan S Bailey
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   Modern Serenity
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