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I shared a wall with a man

who met the angel of death
in the form of a flying bullet

But I felt no grief.

Saw my field stained with rain

then lightening flashed
by too many outsiders

And I felt a little angry.

I was an island flooded by the tears

of others

And I hated myself
for not crying.

The pain of no goodbyes

is what paralyzed the stricken

But I wasn’t with them

I was eating lunch with a delightful

new friend in the summertime
when it hit me like a gunshot I had

Never bothered to say hello.

The wall fell and my dam broke.

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~ by z on September 10, 2009.