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Feb 2020
His laugh
at the hurt that came
from the toe of his boot
but more directly from the hate in his heart

The muffled cries
that came from those who have no voice
never did
never will
ring out

A dinner table
with silverware perfection
placed with little hidden secrecies
feast on the words
"All Blood Stains Red"
Written by
S T Mont
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