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Feb 2018
No Exit 1

I fled it, down the minutes and down the hours 2
I fled it, from each InterGossip troll
I fled it, despairing, with weakening powers
But I could not escape the super bowl

1 No Exit, Jean Paul Sartre
2 β€œThe Hound of Heaven,” Francis Thompson
I did not attend the high holy day liturgy of the republic, but this morning I cannot escape hearing about it.
Written by
Lawrence Hall
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