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May 2018
I bet the one who survived best
Was the one who did just enough
to spare the lash, but taste no ire
who slipped away when shots were fired

I wonder how they saw themselves
a rat, a man?
God knows what else

In thought as in plan,
in work as in bust

Everything is as was ever done.
Written by
Bryce  M/San Francisco, CA
(M/San Francisco, CA)   
   mariamme and n0r
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