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Witnessed uprooting :                                                 ritual                                                                        in the piracy of night bare                                           your sinning                                          skin-suit unhuman-you                                                         your human right time fled along                                    ebrius                                                           when i witnessed your trespass                    your violation                                                               you                                                              uprooting the root in the rivalry                              of the night up upon the morning                                                                                                               you raise your muzzle blighted turn your unprocessed head                                                                                        to retrieve social frequency                                                                                                         tune in to the light cold dew on a damaged lawn                                                 you collect your togs                                                          your paraphernalia                                                                                      and pick your way tender:         a rejoining propulsion                                               toward the convulsive city to bed yourself                                        beneath its quickening day hungover in selfish wit
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Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
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Witnessed uprooting :                                                 ritual                                                                        in the piracy of night bare                                           your sinning                                          skin-suit unhuman-you                                                         your human right time fled along                                    ebrius                                                           when i witnessed your trespass                    your violation                                                               you                                                              uprooting the root in the rivalry                              of the night up upon the morning                                                                                                               you raise your muzzle blighted turn your unprocessed head                                                                                        to retrieve social frequency                                                                                                         tune in to the light cold dew on a damaged lawn                                                 you collect your togs                                                          your paraphernalia                                                                                      and pick your way tender:         a rejoining propulsion                                               toward the convulsive city to bed yourself                                        beneath its quickening day hungover in selfish wit
"At dawn the dews of Heaven dry away: The seeds of Hell are sown again today." - Issa
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Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
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