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Jul 2011
Who's to say we mean the most,
When we are only parasites' host?
Our intelligence will be our demise,
We are destruction wrapped in disguise.

Little sparks waver from the flame,
Though the central force  remains the same.
You can extinguish the fire with shots and smashes,
Yet what remains but smoke and ashes?
Brittany Danzig
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