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Nov 2013
When an arm is held up high,
distinct from all the rest,
it might be victory or defeat,
triumph or loss,
the inevitable outcome is when
raised,
There exists, still, a connection
to the rest of the body.
As our mingled mangled forms
caress the day we're given,
With a raising of our appendage,
it would be all over,
call it quits.
Wack Tastic
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