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i know you hear their crimson cries
they screech
from the depths of your dark roast
froth surfacing in your mug

louder than your flat screen
news with nancy at nine

but to you
sounds like

that you walk through a child’s dead mother
with no more than a shudder

that test
blown so out of proportion

that debris
soars like a missile
landing on innocent backs
ironic that
that’s all they see of us

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Aug. 25 at 11:02 pm
Wonderful writing. Title mighty and justified. Keep writing. :)
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