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States' rights, what kind of noose is so perverse it wraps around compassion til choked? What portion of this script did I write? Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be the victim, pretend I did not see this train barrelling down. Deep in the heart I can't pretend, the surprise was not telegraphed. What a cheap shot to fire all barrels at the republic expecting to escape a ricochet, pacivity its own worst enemy. Besides, if my people had not been so intent on disclosure who would have known? We could have stayed invisible, living the American Dream, Torch Song Trilogy under the sofa hidden like love that dared not speak its name.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
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States' rights, what kind of noose is so perverse it wraps around compassion til choked? What portion of this script did I write? Oh yeah, I'm supposed to be the victim, pretend I did not see this train barrelling down. Deep in the heart I can't pretend, the surprise was not telegraphed. What a cheap shot to fire all barrels at the republic expecting to escape a ricochet, pacivity its own worst enemy. Besides, if my people had not been so intent on disclosure who would have known? We could have stayed invisible, living the American Dream, Torch Song Trilogy under the sofa hidden like love that dared not speak its name.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
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