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Who would you hug for the apocalypse: someone somewhere had a gun and they used it
Monsters cut and stripped the fields.
the negligent ran survivors down, cold in the streets.
oiled roaring machinery,
clamouring violence was the last sound ears heard.
the negligent ran survivors down, cold in the streets.
oiled roaring machinery,
clamouring violence was the last sound ears heard.
Published 29th Sep 2018
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R.I.P mr.rabbit and friends.
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