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Count or stop to count 7, 6, 5… then silence. Started from the one to countless Fatally wounded, again inequitable ethnic the trumpet sound of trauma In a private car, but this was not a public performance 7 bullets transmit the pride and prejudice Police have millions of reasons to suspect, but we criticize the moon— tonight it’s dark as hell in a drawer. Count or stop to count 5,6,7… then gun violence. His truth is lazy and infinite as broken glass. You are in our prayers— we pray infinitely. We would like to have a brave trumpet show for ourselves— Deep sorrow, tumultuous but informative.
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Trumpet symphony, 7 gun shots
Count or stop to count 7, 6, 5… then silence. Started from the one to countless Fatally wounded, again inequitable ethnic the trumpet sound of trauma In a private car, but this was not a public performance 7 bullets transmit the pride and prejudice Police have millions of reasons to suspect, but we criticize the moon— tonight it’s dark as hell in a drawer. Count or stop to count 5,6,7… then gun violence. His truth is lazy and infinite as broken glass. You are in our prayers— we pray infinitely. We would like to have a brave trumpet show for ourselves— Deep sorrow, tumultuous but informative.
Although there will be more details from the Wisconsin police, on 23.August, police shot a Black man in the back seven times, it launched a now all-too-familiar avalanche of reaction.according to officials and a bystander’s video of the incident that has been virally shared. Blake survived, but his family’s attorney said he is paralyzed from the waist down.
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Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
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