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Nov 2010
You taste your blood
Like the copper in a penny
For a moment it's all you know

Then the noise returns
the hate, the screams
get down on the ground

and all you can think of
is not the fear or the pain
or the hate

but how much you pity them for it.
©Ed Hosking 2010. All Rights Reserved.
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