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Nov 2018
Innocent is the unborn,
till it's first breath.
A product of guilty parties,
thus ignorance allows it's visceral cries.
I beg,
condemn them not,
their fate (like all) is sealed.
Death,
not one soul has yet forgotten.
Written by
JJ Inda  36/M/Miami FL
(36/M/Miami FL)   
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