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Feb 2015
I've been wounded...
By the one part of me that said
"I will never hurt you"
Of Humanity placed in my cup..
As I sit in this Garden..
Trying to regrow dead seeds..
I choke.. On
My empathy..
Realizing that this
Death is just the begging...
Of a War...
1 million years in the making..
I can't save them all..
From the genetic codes..
Already intrinsically connected
Inside my sins. ...

Written by
Quentin Briscoe
   victoria and Joseph Schneider
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