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Jul 2016
The shaking body,
Of a boy in a hollow,
Looping a length of rope
Over a gnarled limb
On a yew tree.

The spilling tears
Of a ******* the street,
Running to stop him
Before the deed is done.
The rope snaps taut.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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