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Jan 2020
You sip from a bitter cup
Pills crushed up into dreams
The winning team writes history
Genocide viewed indifferently
No sympathy for the weak
If the wind could speak,
it would be screaming
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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