walkin down broken glass streets
armed and ready

for anyone

to mess with you

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we all are
arent we?

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the world is broken  and we

arm ourselves to ****

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all the tender stories

all the terrorist tales

woven

into vampire imagery

or tea bag maladies

of dementia and senility

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pornographic *******

to be bought and sold

for love or money

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the children crawl thru the gutter

become madness

they ***** in alleys

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we ***** ourselves constantly

for security

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the simple absoluteness
of beauty

is always here

and beckons and calls for us

TOO SEE