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3d
No flags
No uniforms
No boundaries
No war.
This I think
I must construed
can’t fight a
War if your in
the ****.
No flags
No boundaries
It’s just land
My therapist
Said if you
Want to hurt
Just sit on
your hands.
Identity is
Just in
A pile of names
Humans like playing
The hunger games.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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