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Feb 2014
The blood spilling from my torso
Is composed of many things
Maybe not leukocytes, erythrocytes,
Fibrinogen, or plasma

but

Fear
for the future

Regret
for what might have been

Sadness
for dear friends in pain

Pride
in a long journey and hard work

But if I am shot again tomorrow
What will it be made of then?
Kelly Catherine
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Kelly Catherine  Canada
(Canada)   
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