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Now it is not a question of wanting what the dead wants or the slum dweller it is not a question of poverty it is that of living, on the bedrock of what we call living. Mount your ways, of sordid expressions clamp down on them, with a heavy heavy hand beat them till they pant- for breath set goons and police after them. It is a question of living. Call the living invoke the dead, create paltry fires of death. It is a question of living.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
A Question Of Living
Now it is not a question of wanting what the dead wants or the slum dweller it is not a question of poverty it is that of living, on the bedrock of what we call living. Mount your ways, of sordid expressions clamp down on them, with a heavy heavy hand beat them till they pant- for breath set goons and police after them. It is a question of living. Call the living invoke the dead, create paltry fires of death. It is a question of living.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
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