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And when mein kampf Is placed in shelves Art twists to fit in boxes Of a must ache (or a mustache) And a must have And a must not be Blue-eyed soldiers of fortune Encompassing poles across every direction Aryan infernos piercing the nightline Razing pillars of the stars As Abraham weeps over his children Seeing through their eyes The thorns he long thought Died along with the past
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
Hither, Wither, ******