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Black Label

Things that are dead

Vegetables

Fall.

So many ants.

We give and take life so

Frivolously.

Barbaric in our uniformity.

Mob mentality

House flies are a game.

Cut flowers, Christmas trees.

Beef in cream sauce.

A culture of mundane murderers.

 

It's ok.

All the kids are doing it.

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Written by
f-white
American
Published
Jan 12, 2020
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Copyright fhw 2020

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