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Nov 2017
A million children that could've been
A million children you've never seen
They're drying up in the towels
Rotting in the sewers
I've sprayed them on the walls
Wiped them on the curtains
They've gone down the willing throat
And in the public toilets they float
They are all racing
In the sewers
On the toilet seats
and the dripping walls
In a *****
On a lonely shore
They're racingΒ Β 
Millions of them
Because they're programmed to race
To be THE one
To be first
To exist
And they're all dead
My million children that never were
Written by
juttu  M/India
   Baylee Kaye
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