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May 2015
I was left with the smoke wiping right by the eye.
my hands were crossed and my foot shaking.
I would snap and yell into the air "what happened to the time?"
what had she been so cruel to me, she took all those who were by my side.
It was in the quiet that I begin to rattle my stagnant cage.
Giano M Hurtado
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Giano M Hurtado  Chattanooga, Tennessee
(Chattanooga, Tennessee)   
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