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Jul 2020
at the end
the words

had no form
they were bullets

exchanged

without direction
sprayed everywhere

there was no real
intent

other than to
inflict pain

on each other
like a spaghetti

western
there were

no victims here
just a couple

of anti-heroes
staring each

other down
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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       Carlo C Gomez, X, rose and Whit Howland
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