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Jan 2016
Loosely, her hair fell behind her
Her plaited brown braid
     Swish it went
          Swish like her hips
Flowing back and forth
Through the gentle warm wind

Her shoulders scrunched beside her
With a pistol in her fists
     Bang She mouthed
          Bang was the sound
That echoed off the walls
Right before I hit the ground

*my heart in my throat as my kingdom fell down
Ann Nicole
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Ann Nicole
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   ---, Traveler and Bianca Reyes
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