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Aug 2013
The hour

Heavy upon us

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This one!

And the child over there

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We die so quietly  

So quaintly
...
In subtle rhythms

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We do not dare challenge ourselves to challenge the system

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We do what they ask of us!

We play OUR GAMES

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Death stinks!

Yes

It is we ourselves!

We ourselves

Stinking up the place!
Written by
jeffrey robin
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