Election 2016

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I cried on election night. Frozen in fear as I stared at my phone,  I tried to not imagine my friends being dragged away beaten, bruised, barebacked like the kids in the history books when another man said
When the sun sets on this blessed day When the dark comes to take the light away When the song is sung and the singing stops
I’m speechless but I must write.
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