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May 2014
Breathe in the solitary fumes
of a million generations.
Man shall strike them down,
breaking into war spells our doom.

Even the animals
verify this existence.
Earth is just the husk
rejected by our sins.
Yet we continue down
Onward into our spiral,
neither here nor there we
even hate our mothers.
Shin
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Shin  30/M/Chicago
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