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An Atrocity of Audacity
The sound of
shell casings,
spent
in
a vented invention of atrocity, more
& more commonplace,
a place
of
jungles – jotted in jagged
pathless
ness,
impervious
to
pathos, impervious as the end is to endlessness, and
for this:
It sometimes freaks me out to be alive.
Published 21st Oct 2022
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