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Sep 2015
And the rise of inequality
There’s this bird outside
That tells me I’m primal
But the screen in front of my face tells me
I’m tame
Domestic
A house cat
A coned dog
Let off my leash
Found comfort in a collar

Baby, if this earthquake hits
We’re all going to die
Bridget Cuevas
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