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Jun 2015
favored children never wither under shadow
sullen, he walks toward the door
pick up the gun, she says
he cannot move his hands
pick up the gun, she says
she places cold steel into his numb fingers
smiles, as she helps him pull the trigger
people only see what they want to
the crowds that formed around the bodies buzz
he stands outside of himself
unfamiliar
Christian Andre Guerrero
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Christian Andre Guerrero  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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   Keva Minus
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