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May 2015
In rage and frustration mindless thugs light torches. They pound the pavement with their boots and become a resemblance of marauding hoards from years long past. With no regard for justice or another s right to life. The unwashed masses of villains set the town alight. The city burns with anger, the city burns with hate. The city burns with want for revenge, which masked robbers gladly take. From a peaceful calm to torrents of flames, with false calls for justice, the city burns.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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