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Sep 2020
for a fighting start
a bullet tearing me apart
and in my last breath I see a face
surrounded in wings and white shining light
A fighting chance is what waits
a fighting chance is what I'll have
I'm waiting and looking at the clock waiting
for a fighting start
Snow Selmon
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Snow Selmon  20/M
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   Junior McIntyre
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