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Sep 2017
the sirens sound angrier here
they lash him from sleep with abrupt interruption
the blinds are broken and
stories spilled out like leaking light long ago
and now the blue lights flood in violent disparate array
fragmented through broken blinds
or maybe its just paranoia
but the sirens sound angrier here.
Lauren Christine
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Lauren Christine  20/F/Knoxville
(20/F/Knoxville)   
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