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Jul 2016
Bullets bouncing off of wet concrete
still hot to the touch....

Outside my window, a sea of blood
millions upon millions of pictures plastered over television screens

Outside my window, bodies laid bare....
white eyes and frozen skin....

Stain glass window, one hundred million faces
outside my stain glass window....
The Revolutionist
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The Revolutionist  Chicago, Illinois
(Chicago, Illinois)   
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