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Jun 2014
Like bee stings
They fly free,
Only stopping
When flesh
Brick or bone,
Hitting,
Ripping,
Shattering,
Lives ended,
Lives never the same.

They never asked,
Just
Wrong place,
Wrong time.

We never see it coming,
A stray bee sting
Flies through the air.

A victim falls
To the floor,
White out line
Blood on the floor.

How many stings
Take the
Innocent,
Family,
Friends,
When will gun violence end.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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