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  OCTOBER 03, 1995

Our souls aching, emptied of promise,
    we pressed away from those who

Gleefully displayed euphoric satisfaction,
    and O. J. laughingly walked our

Scarlet-stained earth in freedom that
    Ron and Nichole will never know.


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