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when murder becomes an everyday thing
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dead as a doornail
(stupid expression)
must be — though
no puddle of sickly dried tomato soup
no, it's not that
can't tell if its a man
or whoever
body's face up, naked
deathly rictus frozen on blackened lips
there's a caustic odor of
kerosene in the alley
the body charcoaled, ashy
who struck a match?

killing people
I see that every day
big-city willies strike hard
hate ‘em because they're different, skin, religion
she said no, got raped, then he played with his knife
violence is their new god
gotta stop
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[2007.9.3...a]
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