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Aug 2017
I bleed red
as do you
I suffer in my body
in ways you
may
recognize,
how shocking it
is when we
realize,
not all bullets
are made of lead
not all bombs
are detonated
to ****
but to control
removing all humanity
from flesh
and bone
Michael Blonski
Written by
Michael Blonski  California
(California)   
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