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Jun 2017
The gunshot lighted the air to create a blazing yellow sun,
The light of which shimmered and cast a care eye to the sins done,
The earth trembled and shouted with rage,
The last arrow was shot and She fell with a smile,
The fluid of her blood washed away His sins.
Written by
Beatrice Prior  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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