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Jan 2014
1 by 1 they fall,
As the bullets start,
To riddle the hall.

People call for more,
As they see the blood,
Flow down the wall.

But once there gone,
They move to the next,
Ball to find the next hall,
To riddle with bullets and blood.
Matthew Miklavcic
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Matthew Miklavcic  CIncinnati, Ohio
(CIncinnati, Ohio)   
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