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Jun 2013
They beat my friends’
Faces in the woods
Pinned them down
And slug, slug, slug, SLUG!
A phone call poorly thought, retaliation
Car rolling heavy pulls by, cuts me off in
A gas station as I walk
Home, hey do you know your way
To the hospital, said thugs?
Then
I walked by the hospital several later and
Another auto threat
You got out, and approached
Intimidated,
Bullied
Now, hearing how you
Crawled home with
Soon-to-be-fatal knife plunges
Desperate for family, at the end
I mourn you
Conflicted
I hope you
Found
Peace
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