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Compassion On The Open Market

 

He who stills the swell
is loud to toll the bell
in relative/cognitive hell
of some one else's hearth & home

we work with compassion...........

we style our-selfs wit empathy.
we die  like fools on display
in viewing rooms, (nary a lone
                          room with a truant view)

Nothing left to sell. Tap city, baby.
Go home & pay some sincerity to the kids


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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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