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Oct 2016
A chemical backdrop for this sunset
A slow ride for this moment
No crime in a wasted reason
If it's roots grow from conflict

Words echoed through concrete ruins say nuclear logic for the masses

Cold steel reaching for the sky
says I decline this invitation

Construct a new world
One that spins rationally
With fluid motions of peace
for this perpetual madness
Moonsocket
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Moonsocket  26/M/Illinois
(26/M/Illinois)   
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