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May 2013
People are dying
children are crying
and Mommy's weeping
while Daddy's sleeping
then there's me:
too scared to flee
so I'm stuck here
in an atmosphere
that's filled with death;
why can't I rest?
The clock is ticking
as I am thinking
and my heart pounds
as gunshot sounds
and with every beat
I think I'll meet
the heavens.
Haley Rezac
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Haley Rezac
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   Timothy
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