Boston Marathon

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she is a runner my cousin ran the Boston she is a maker
If I stood, toes pointed forward, at the walls of ebony stone and watch the endless gallons dive, deep pits of New York; imagine the steel crashing thunder, smoking tower higher,
Fear grips chests as sound explodes Hands shield ears the best way they know how and adrenaline spikes ur blood Fight or flight kicks in but ur mind was already convinced there was a fight to be had
I am broken I don’t understand How can someone Bomb our lands? Why can’t we live? Why can’t we see A peaceful world Where all agree? Why must we hurt And be in pain
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