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Sep 2019
Entertained only by false futures
Our eyelids paint a peaceful projection.

But what is the weight of a turncoat's word
to six feet of earth's burden?

Straining tired eyes, the saints will smile
as the worms serenade us both to sleep.
Written in September 2019
HearseTraffic
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