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Jul 2015
How happy they all seem sipping on their
Little ****-
Tails of light burst into the air-
Conditioning cools this empty room
Service each other with meaningles-
Slaughter them all into oblivio-
Us and them, we've all had this conversation in the past-
Ure is where I'll hide them al-
Ways pushing their questions on me-
Aningless they all are-
As for graves I've already picked and the sight I quite en-
"Join us!!" She demands from the crowded tab-
*Les douleurs
Written by
Edgar E Tobias
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