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Dec 2015
Influenced by the flight of a moth
ancient survival; a-whole-arm-and-hand-automatic-unthinking-swat
a paper-thin-winged-imagined-dragon splutters to a violent death.
While an over-the-top-aggressive-nature permeates the World
and Mankind takes half a step back into the dark distant past
looking for love down the barrel of a gun half cocked and ready to fire
he swats his fragile humanity on its maiden freedom flights
every time a perceived threat from his-paranoid-hunted-self takes control.
for Donald, poor soul, who would be President
Written by
nivek
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