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Apr 2016
Everything is slow motion
Her hair flowing in the wind
The smoke drifting from your cigarette
You can see the blast coming towards you
it is beautiful
Enough time for you to run
slow motion
run

Frozen to the spot
Dragging off your cigarette
As the blast makes its way to your heart
Exploding
Raining blood
slow motion
*you had time to run
it's too late....
#run #blast #slow #motion
Karina Norris-Veirs
Written by
Karina Norris-Veirs  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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