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Dec 2012
our pockets are filled with stones

in conspiratorial fabrication of fictions

as chemical colors seep

by conscious deployment of illusions

transforming human misery and violence into wit

in loquacious gestures

that fail to expose the artifice

of gender distinction

that intolerable wrong

that leaves stones in all our pockets
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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