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grave offense
woke up this morning,
looked out the window.
I thought, " oh my God!
how did I get here...?"
they're all out there:
people,
people with their digital
lives.
people with their
mindless thoughts.
masses and masses of
people swirling about
like sick flies around
a garbage can,
blaming life for the life
they made for themselves.
the disease spreads and
is incurable,
never knowing on what
side of the grave
they
lie.
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