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You sat down on the street
Holding your hand to your chest
Where a bullet had exploded inside like an evil flower.

Your death took forever
but your life ended quickly
Now your eyes haunt our dreams.

In our safe American lives
We can’t comprehend of a place
Where one can be killed merely for bearing witness.

The world watched you fall, and we heard
The screams of your father as you slipped away
But you rose up a fierce and beautiful angel
Who will live forever.

(c) Holly Cara Price - June 22, 2009

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