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Jul 2021
step after step
after step;
ive no clue who's
shadow I'm stepping in
anymore.

crying over dogs lost
to traffic,
crying over kids
turned to rubble
turned to retribution
turned to ratings in Damascus,
in Palestine,
in Nagasaki,
Hiroshima.

I'm hanging from a bridge
in Juarez,
still crying.

it never stops.
please,
make it stop.

please.

please.
I can't cry any longer.

I will though.
B E Cults
Written by
B E Cults  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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   KG, Johnnyqu33r and Brett
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