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May 2013
I feel my opposable thumbs
The taste of blood in my mouth
The galactic waves have swallowed us
the shock is hitting our bodies
slower and faster
all at once eyes go black

reason is no longer
instinct is our only conscious
lives are minimal
men driven by procreation;women by fear

hearts feign
claws sharpen
jaws unfurl
reality manifests;
we are all animals
Peppy Miller
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Peppy Miller  Heartland of America
(Heartland of America)   
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