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Nov 2014
He held his gun,
Prepared to snipe,

An evil laugh was given from distance,
And through the air it disappeared,

He pushed the grip,
The bullet flied,

And it landed inside the heart,
Of what was once called,
"Brother"...
Juju Juju
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Juju Juju
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