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Sep 2014
I saw a pile of dead flowers in Panajachel.
It was a tribute of sorts,
all that was left of two lady-tourists
gunned down in cold blood.
They lay on top of cobblestones
covered with *****
& the people scrambled by,
paying no attention,
just *******
they had to walk
around them.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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