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Apr 2016
a whole generation lives on the steel edge of a knife
many hands doing bloodied work
mere children, mostly, fighting for a false respect, in reality rejection of their street cred self they spy in the windows of the mall.
Remembering a sixteen year old stabbed to death over a biscuit
Written by
nivek
235
   --- and Irving MacPherson
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