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Jun 2010
So many people
dying,
breaking promises,
bleeding
dealing stealing,
gunshots to my right.
Not a soul,
blissful
loving caring,
meditating or controlled.
Alone at this desk,
a hot reckless mess of sweat,
hoping
praying wishing,
for
freedom
peace and respect.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
Written by
Christopher Rossi
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