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Blood

Blood drying on my hands

Redness so bright then turning black

Iron smell hovers in the air

The smell of gunfire runs straight into my nose

Her hair matted, her face had a blood stained tear

Their lifeless bodies laid there

Mortified I crumbed to the ground and wept, thinking why

My fists punching at the dirt

My knuckles bleeding in remembrance of those now gone

The spree of killing

Killing the spree

Blood drying on my hands

written by: Derrick A Jasper October 6th 2015
In memory of all the lives taken by gunfire

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