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Anonymous Fractal

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85 poems·Since April 2013

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April Twenty-Seventh

April 28, 2013

April twenty-seventh was the day my grandma died.

April twenty-seventh is when nature was defied.

April twenty-seventh, when my mom was nearly killed.

April twenty-seventh is when everything went still.

April twenty-seventh, when a young girl's throat was cut.

April twenty-seventh, when the door to hope was shut.

April twenty-seventh; he hurt girls seven and four.

April twenty-seventh is when normal was no more.

April twenty-seventh is the day that's always black.

April twenty-seventh, since my grandma won't come back.

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