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Sep 2019
If we die
           For less than,



Our humanity.


We aren't worth

   The flesh were printed on.


Worthless copies of  nothingness.
           That are reprinted in vain.


Let our humanity be the virtue,
         That we live for.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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     Poetic T, Ava Cullinan and KR
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