Fall
Fist to our chests
Wrenched
At the pointlessness
Little parts
Run through
Little voices
Sheared
Too swift to cry
Premature for goodbyes
Clutch our babies
tonight.
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ajl
for the victims of the manchester massacre.
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| photo may 17- ajl |
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