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His forearm is cooled by the sweat of his elbows. The fire is started in his hand, in a ski mask and shell toes.
Shot Heart pounding lungs burning Smoke fills the air the sounds of guns and explosions all around Senses heightened, looking to kill
Some say war is for our Country
War on Women  
Who am I to say what is wrong?Who am I to change those scars?The cuts run deep. Fissures to the starsSplit open and ruinedWhy is this Earth so scarred?
Bang! Bang! Like the shot heard around the world Another life lost on the curb. Once more, an innocent life unfurled.
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