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Nov 2014
drenched
cold rain dripping down my head
splashing on my cold flesh
playing basket ball with my old friend
every shot i take goes in
every miss i make i laugh at
i think my friend would laugh back
but he got shot in the back
my basketball games are all in my head
but I'd rather pretend then realize that my only friend is dead
Jeremy Landon
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Jeremy Landon
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     Fernanda Moncada and Erenn
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