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Dec 2017
We need to line up corpses
higher and higher
on the ever-rising pile
with the ever-encroaching hands.
But whose corpses are they?
Ours or theirs?

Does it really matter?
let's turn intrusive thoughts into poetry for fun and profit
Written by
Samuel
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