The Poem by john gomez

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i walk down the street i smell bacon, but its just burned flesh.
i hear the gun shots fired
i see the man being shot down in the street
as the blood splatters i taste it on my lips
as i walk towards the mans body i touch his dead flesh

Thursday, April 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: lips
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