Thursday, May 15, 2014

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The youth lay on the pavement blood pouring from his wounds
Gunshots still echoing around in the darkness the only sounds
Neighbours peering nervously from behind closed doors
Wont get involved tonight though as seen it all before
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Karl McAreavey
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Kelly Kurt 24 April 2015

A well written and haunting poem, Karl. Thanks for sharing

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