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who comes                    here (?)

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little girl

Your dress is torn

the predators roam the corridors

Of Congress

& your High School

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& all the children are scared

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we walk the  streets like words awakening

In the Minds

with joy !

::

No more slavery !

//

The stillness !

( our only friend ! )

The quiet !

The silence of

Total Resistence !

//

Our

Celibacy !

Our Purity !

We are equally indifferent

To praise or infamy

We know truth

& we know ourselves

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We are the lingering feelings of love

//

We see the little girl

With the torn dress

And tears

& we are here besides her

Forever

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Come

Join us now

Death is here

Let us stand together

And face death down

Like we surely know we can