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You are a classroom full of departing fathers waiting for their boys and girls to return from a school shooting too scared to check the closet or go near it for that matter bones creaking in such a fashion as if a melody of laughter in a nuclear testing site these fathers cry over their children acidic sobs burning their palms the futures of the children they didn't plan to be in vanquished then they put the gun in their mouths next.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
Columbine
You are a classroom full of departing fathers waiting for their boys and girls to return from a school shooting too scared to check the closet or go near it for that matter bones creaking in such a fashion as if a melody of laughter in a nuclear testing site these fathers cry over their children acidic sobs burning their palms the futures of the children they didn't plan to be in vanquished then they put the gun in their mouths next.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
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