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Apr 2020
The instrument is raw,
Its cause is raw
But when it reigns in its focus,
Sends the world in a flourish

We are sewn together.
Was it to learn
How not to be a monster?

Are we really here together
In the only space there is--
Meatsacks,
Til we soon collapse?
meat sacks whatsupppp
bennu
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bennu  26/South Philadelphia
(26/South Philadelphia)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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