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Jun 2014
Years from now,
When even the future is but a distant echo
In the ears of humanity's descendants
And the remnants of the present
- languages and cultures -
Are preserved on scraps of paper
With bits of faded ink,
Historians will wonder
At our casual representation
Of so powerfully destructive
A word.
Catalysten Rounthwaite
Written by
Catalysten Rounthwaite  California
(California)   
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