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Mar 2019
Full of sorry, endless worry
Did it end because we knew?
Somewhere outside it could be
Not safe or sound, it’s true

I ran, you walked too
My knees hurt from the grit
The only question is who
I asked once, please will you sit

One shot, back of my heart
Poison aim, callous marksman
There was so much time
I perfect like an art

The good came with a flag
The bad with a gun
Every shot covered with a rag
You took it, you’re done

No one can say why
We fled the pain & disgust
Cross the street, say hi
Bang goes your dying trust
Khyle Manby-Evans
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Khyle Manby-Evans  26/M/Shrewsbury, UK
(26/M/Shrewsbury, UK)   
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