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Mar 2015
Arms grasping war machines
I wanted history and it is grim
The walls are devoid of art
Fu of ways to blow things apart
So much of history behind glass
Fingerprints on glass te me
Where to direct my sorrowful gaze
I try to take it in but the news
Rambles through my skull
History is not done yet
The fighting goes on and on.
Elizabeth Hynes
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Elizabeth Hynes  Gender Nonconforming/London
(Gender Nonconforming/London)   
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