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May 2018
The morning spring sun
shines through the wide school windows
hitting pale walls and shining desks
discolored red
red that was exploded free
along with bullets and hate
and now
the excitement for the waiting summer
has turned to waiting fear
waiting
to be known
as the dead
empty seas
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empty seas  15/F/away
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