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Dec 2019
A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
What is enough,
To that traitorous being?
32 people,
Bruised and hurt,
Return to their refugees,
But to no avail.
Soon windows shatter,
Then shards flutter.
Then comes the scream.










A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
“Shhh, Go To Sleep.”
Written by
Ben A Cha  M
(M)   
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   Larry Marshall
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