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Jan 2021
What a shame that thoughtless skulls shamble
across polluted, toxic land in pessimistic embrace,
that frightened individuals diminish themselves for a comforting blur

Can the individual only survive in the collective?
Is every person destined to betray themselves?
What a virulent lie.
Only such thoughtless banter can come from such a march
of empty skulls.
Parker Burris
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Parker Burris  18/M
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