hope, justice

April 10, 2012
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Cold pavement indeed
They night you died,
But the airborne dropp of blood
From your wound
Was a seed
Your mother sewed
Into hard ground-
your life`s length doubled,
Unlived, stilled,
Till one flower, thorned,
In her hands
Loves just blade.

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