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Jul 2018
Underneath the history,
beneath the blood,
the pain,
the corpses-

Somewhere covered by hatred,
deceit, pride, and jealousy,
below selfishness,
and ignorance-

Under mounds of ash
and toiling,
suffering and
Fear-

Somewhere underneath,
confined to fiction by
weakness:
There is something good.
Written by
Jabin  28/M/Tennessee
(28/M/Tennessee)   
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     Fawn, Vervain, Rick the shoe shine boy and ---
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