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Apr 2012
I heard two things before the last:
The whistle of a shot
and you anguished and undeniable
screaming No, not-

And then there was just a roar
I waited, but without you
My soul couldn't soar
Up and through

Soon I became unglued
Tugging at nothing
Trying to get to you
Kai McC
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Kai McC
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   Daphne Ryan
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