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A gun drawn like a handshake,
Loaded with three slugs.
Elm street awaits in anticipation.
Shots fired,
Smoke rolls off the Carcano barrel.
From above,
Or below?
We may never know.
A long haul to parkland brings only devastation.
Conspiracy’s spread like blood,
And sadness, like rumors.





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