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Dec 2013
The Judge
Stoic and unfeeling
Raises his mallet

Down it comes
Crushing us all.

It falls like a guillotine
Echoing through the empty halls
Of my mind

Anger rises
But is quickly silenced

The case is closed.
Nothing
Can be done

Sentenced to life
On the ground.
X the unknown variable
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   Cassis Myrtille
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