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This Is The Worst of Us
Dust settles,
silently against
their skin,
eyes glaring beside
gentle end,
those ticks turn forward
against face,
pacing rapidly
becoming ash,
floating in slow air
carried fast by words,
observed keen
paired with gunshots paced,
ignorance
in psychotic blood,
some dystopian
past flung like bodies,
without heart
those chants that fire hard,
Th...
Sunday 15th March 2020 7:55 pm
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