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Witnessing their eyes glimmer,
as their lacerated heart was bleeding,
trying. I couldn’t pressure ignorance to clot-
blood pulsing while they leered,
relishing it-
the plasma seeping those callous headlines,
exhibiting grief in a page spread
with the hatred that slowly kills.
Monday 2nd March 2020 1:09 pm
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