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Jul 2021
Two rocking chairs on a front porch,
they watch the sunset,
lips curled up on perm smiles,
satisfied solely in each other.
Shots fired in the distance,
police cars and ambulances,
screams and loud pleads,
their vibe won't change.
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Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ  23/M/NotFoundYet
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