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P P Poet Aug 25
washing away the grimes of time

hot shower, no visible need,
yet, find myself, feeling covered,
by the grime of another wastrel day,
the excuses, the rationales of the
United States of Rationalization,
in a civil war, my reflection accepts
the ****** casualties, pieces of me,
could not deny, my-they-my-responsibility's

all cry out explain how and why,
we came into existence, and deferring,
told them, read my poetry

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