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Jun 2014
Your opinion only serves to waste my time
In your eyes, my crime; impunity
I reap my consequences as I see fit
Crumbling seasons and clockwork in my eyes
Victims of self-intelligentsia

Suffering of structural order I did not define...
Merely collatoral damage
Suffer no guilt, those who disrupt
The suffering of liberation
Is ultimately benign
Devyn Batchelder
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Devyn Batchelder
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