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after the long night

Of our sacred ***** dreams

To emerge so one-pointedly

Out to the ***** streets

//

Ready again to absorb raw pain

( and cause raw pain )

Which we will bled so incessantly

Upon the pages of our poetry

//

We are the poets

//

( for what-ever god forsaken reason )

//

With contrived feelings and our spiritual treason

Against the fragility of love's true dominion

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Born from hate

( hate itself )

//

We ******* into your face

And into your sense of decency

We are the poets

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LIKE **** WE ARE