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Apr 2015
they are odd sparkles
they burn like forest fires
nextΒ Β to the candled flames
of everyone else

but that sparkle is
shards of glass caught in their eyes
knives stuck in their throats &
bullets lodged in their skin

they drop grenades
as they walk out &
away

your world will burn &
go up in smoke but
you won't know who to blame
Emily Mary Chin
Written by
Emily Mary Chin  Miri, Sarawak
(Miri, Sarawak)   
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