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Jan 2019
There was no struggle
Just rounds of true death
Inside a jungle
With mutual breath

Killers in armor
Had come to take us
To **** Mi Amor

And thus and thus

Our families were told
With the rest of the world
Another killer had siphoned
Ill and infamy
From an ideal
Lasting an entire day
That we will never
Get to see
Written by
Dustin Dean  32/M/Winston-Salem, NC
(32/M/Winston-Salem, NC)   
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