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Dec 2015
The wind utters it's weary lullaby
a tender serenade of a newly slaughtered body

Blood.....
dripping into the soil, savoring the nutrients
sweet....

but bitter....
The Revolutionist
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The Revolutionist  Chicago, Illinois
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