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Nov 2014
The human species
Is too wrapped up
In its own existence
To recognize
That each member
Is that same as all others
Living and dead

All of them
Laugh
See
Love
Feel
Think
Breathe

So why
Do we call it war
And not self-hate?
War is more than a mere inconvenience
Girl On The Wing
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Girl On The Wing
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     Reynard, Devon Webb, em, Alice, --- and 2 others
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