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May 2018
Rotting meat lined the walls
of the spot where the crime was committed
Locked from the outside
Shut in as the oil burned,
the smoke engulfing,
the flames consuming the people as they screamed, "Let me out"
but the indentations of the footprints on the door spoke loudest
They spoke of 25 beautiful faces
lost in pursuit of the American Dream.®
Written by
Simon Bechtel  M/Melbourne, Florida, USA
(M/Melbourne, Florida, USA)   
   --- and Busbar Dancer
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