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Carressed
This is mob rule baby
On a mission of omission
As the herd is def dumb or blind
I can’t decide
If I care
Strait out of the flames of the fire
And they are there
Wherever
Has life always been so
Who can tell?
It all happened so fast.
Flickering fluctuations flittering
like butterfly wings fluttering
and meeting the air
caressed.
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