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Pale face,
You emerge from grey street
as a sudden tragedy,

Feeding on dark black and
sorrow that follows.
Howls and screams

congeal on the concrete
next to the empty casings,
Falling with

a mother’s tears.
Callous eyes, you come
for the whip crack

like a shot,
Merciless sound,
Just as your past.

Pale face,
You emerge from grey street
as a sudden tragedy.

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