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Jun 2020
A dark illusion perfected by fear.
Sacred drops of molasses
softly poison
on our tongues.
Abnegating the harsh
affairs of oneself
by fabricating and editing
protecting and obtaining.
The root destruction
of a great empire.
Rewind and erase our guilt,
Fatten our bland tasteless lives or -
Protect something labyrinthine
that is yet to be understood.
Written by
Shelby
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