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Tuesday, August 5, 2008


his reflection glides along
on tinted windows and dusty
store fronts, it's soulless
eyes remind of deeds done,

sick hands are curled around
sweat stained metal, warm
with the screams of death
uttered from stunned lips,

as he accepts false payment
his own dry lips move in
a silent prayer for every
soul set free above and below.

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