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Humanity
I was standing in line
at check-in
at the bakers
queuing for the morning bus
for water
in the hope of a job
I was buying flowers for my love
drinking coffee
smoking a cigarette
wondering where the next meal
would come from
I was going to tell the boss to stick it
smiling at the memory of you
feeling the sun on my face
wishing blessings on the day
when
the bomb...
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 2:11 pm
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