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you are right to not believe for you the silent cries that carry into the night do not existence the volume of your tv is adjusted & everything becomes a mute apparition illuminated but not heard. you are right not to believe for you the sounds of gunshots are the popping of fire crackers after holiday barbecues & the screams come from parades of people cajoling down side streets. you are right not to believe for you the only hanging you know exists in laundry whites bleached towels are a must for wiping hands clean & unstained from the bloodied bodies of loved ones. you are right not to believe for you the world doesn't exist beyond these bordered white picket fences & bakes sales until your mexican comes to clean suburbia when will you realize the war to be fought runs beyond 5’o clock rush hour & taking away your son’s ps4?
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
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you are right to not believe for you the silent cries that carry into the night do not existence the volume of your tv is adjusted & everything becomes a mute apparition illuminated but not heard. you are right not to believe for you the sounds of gunshots are the popping of fire crackers after holiday barbecues & the screams come from parades of people cajoling down side streets. you are right not to believe for you the only hanging you know exists in laundry whites bleached towels are a must for wiping hands clean & unstained from the bloodied bodies of loved ones. you are right not to believe for you the world doesn't exist beyond these bordered white picket fences & bakes sales until your mexican comes to clean suburbia when will you realize the war to be fought runs beyond 5’o clock rush hour & taking away your son’s ps4?
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
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