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thorns on an unseen rose

 



dreams fall
from
the sky
like
needle rain

river of
piss
and rage
wet
the pages
of
our history

wisdom blooms
like
hemlock from
the
grave of
Socrates

suicide prescribed
by
the hands
of
a nation

outside our
houses
marching grow
louder

doors, windows
shut,
guns locked,
loaded
for war
 
are you
ready?





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