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Jul 2017
Cold black and slim
sinking in the ground
like the earth is all
mud and quicksand.

Flags stain the varnish.
Bodies just vanish
under the guise
of the lies
by those guys
disguised as patriots.

Some coffins shrink
to fit little bodies.
Some coffins stink
just like the **** that caused them.

Short and small,
to fat and large
I see them lifted
just so they can fall.
Nightmare boxes
one and all.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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