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Aug 2016
Here's a tip for you late night dissident participants

descendant of denizens belligerent to popular opinion

frantic against the frame scrutinizing street light orbital

for signs of life but only finding examples of ancient A.I

There's Giants inside your rifle ready to fly once fired

your hourglass moon's crumbling and fingertips clench an arsenal

body your thoughts, infect your words, and contaminate the world
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what a waste
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   Slur pee and Dana Colgan
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