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Feb 2018
The fields of dust
become dry death
as the surviving few
choke on the stew
of putrid fumes,

slippery viscera,
a dismembered
remembrance,
the living entranced
by the ultimate
state of existence.

Null,
zero gains
nothing comes
back here again.
Graff1980
Written by
Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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     Lorraine Colon and Graff1980
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